Center - Quarterbacks

Saw your bike

On your front porch

Saw the light

Up in your window

Thought about knocking

On your door

But i was concerned

You had somebody over

I was concerned

You were alone

The night

I first met you

We were dancing

In the living room

And we kissed

In front of everyone

I had waited two years

To talk to you

Helped you move

Into your new house

Left hand prints in the closet

Before we moved you out

Looking up

At that room now

Still half hoping that you’ll come down

Because there’s such

Relief in coincidence

A universe that finally works

How you always suspected

With yourself near the center

As I get older

I recognize that love

Is mostly situational