A Change in Diner - Elliot Moss

We order coffee in a loud diner

Fitting words in between plates

And we brace

Wondering who’ll be the one to stay

I list with the bitterness in your last face

Every goddamn phrase replayed

Years of doubt given pride of place

Well that’s a hell of an aftertaste

That’s a hell of an aftertaste

Hands on head

Fingers neatly laced

Elbows hugging the knees

Close the doors, close the doors

Oh you’d kill

To forget this place

And all the reasons you came

Close your eyes, close your eyes

Close the doors, close the doors

Quiet comfort in a loud diner

Vibrating, we are one of many more

Drifting backward in our school

Lost in the bubbles of the fray

My neighbor slowly swept away

Our table clears in a rush of blood

Holding our jaws tight we brace

For a hell of an aftertaste

That’s a hell of an aftertaste

Hands on head

Fingers neatly laced

Elbows hugging the knees

Close the doors, close the doors

Oh you’d kill

To forget this place

And all the reasons you came

Close your eyes, close your eyes

Close the doors, close the doors

Close the doors, close the doors

Close the doors, close the doors

Close your eyes, close your eyes

Close your eyes, close your eyes

Close your eyes, close your eyes

Close your eyes, close your eyes