cover of “what are we doing?” by long hind legs, from a few months ago
when you say give me a call tomorrow
and open the car door
and step into your life in the world
i drive all the way home, the windows rolled open
and wonder the whole time
just what are we doing?
dignity prevents an admission
that in, in the end, in the end
in the end we’re doomed.
when i say i’ll love you forever
i’ll call you tomorrow
the cinema’s drama
age of unreason
and four seasons of autumn.
we are much more like actors
than we care to acknowledge.
we all wonder what we’re doing
more than we betray with our confidence.
have a drink with me.
can i give you a lift home?
can i x you off my list of romantic options?
i don’t feel like talking.