Convents

How did your bed get smaller

Since the last time I stayed over?

Used to be room for the both of us

There with our knees intertwined,

Could be yours or could be mine

There used to be nothing but the both of us

And you’d whisper in my ear,

“Let’s join a convent, cut class and get outta here.

Say that you would

It could be good.”

Turned up to my graduation

I let you drive me to the station

This is goodbye to the both of us

Opposite poles of a magnet

Had to break us like a habit

Just to make space for the both of us

I took your hand in mine, and said,

“How bout that convent? We still got time.

Say that you would.

It could be good.”

Now it’s been a decade

Since I checked the wreckage

We promised to leave

Far behind with our dreamin’

But ask if I miss you,

Just ask and I’ll twist into

Something that fits

There never was room for the both of us

If you showed up at my door, and said,

“Let’s join a convent,”

I know that I would

And it wouldn’t be good

I know that I would