As the stoplight’s turning red

I can’t help but think of bed—

but just the one we’re in together.

As the stoplight’s turning green

I can’t help but change the scene—

into the one we’re in together.

I’m pushing down the pedal,

and the car barely starts to move,

bright lights are flashing on me

and there’s nothing left to lose.

-

I’m rolling the down the window,

I’m just trying to get some air,

but the glass is spider webbing—

I can’t help but think this isn’t fair.

Your face was on my mind

while my body’s on cloud nine—

even though love isn’t divisible by three

somehow it ended up just you, and him, and me.

-

You know, you know, baby,

we’ve got the best seats in the house:

front row, first class, reserved.

We flashed our passes at the door,

and they had to let us in.

Three seats were on the stage

forming a geometric shape—

it resembled a bad car crash,

only we’ve got better seats.

-

My head is in the clouds—

but this fog is just a shroud.

A shroud to cloud my mind

and I’m running out of time

while the blood is running down my face

my heart is beating to a faster pace

than what is normal or is formal

for the party I’m attending.

-

This tuxedo’s starting ripping,

the tie has come undone.

I remember father’s words:

“You better listen to me, son.

When you’re out there in the world

there’s two things you’ll need to know:

who has been somewhere before you

and where you really want to go.”

Strange that I should think of him

when his time has come and gone,

but somehow clarity returns

even as my body burns,

and once again I can see your face

while all the pieces fall in place.

-

You know, you know, baby,

we’ve got the best seats in the house:

front row, first class, reserved.

We flashed our passes at the door,

and they had to let us in.

Three seats were on the stage

forming a geometric shape—

it resembled a bad car crash,

only we’ve got better seats.

-

While I’m being pulled from the wreckage

I can hear them say my name.

Somehow I can’t respond—

Standing there before me,

with your dancing dress on,

my heart begins to flutter, rises to a faster pace

than what is normal or is formal

for the party you had

left me for and left for me.

Now only time will tell whether love

can be divisible by three.

-

You know, you know, baby,

we’ve got the best seats in the house:

front row, first class, reserved.

We flashed our passes at the door,

and they had to let us in.

Three seats were on the stage

forming a geometric shape—

it resembled a bad car crash,

only we’ve got better seats.

-

Your heart begins to flutter,

rising to a faster pace

than what is normal or is formal

for this occasion. As far as I can see,

we all know by now we’ll never know

whether love can be divisible by three.