Table at Christie I wish I could hold every drunken moment I cried in front of you. And admitted that I’m scared. You told me that here, the street blocks run longer than the avenues. I’m revealed, And I’m bared. The elevator opened to her long hall off Christie we drank until nine, I faded, holding my glass of tears. You must have put me to bed and covered my feet with the blanket. Auras stay, The word disappears. I think I’ve seen you, Across every table I’ve sat at. This isn’t a love song, But I wanted you to know. The wine blackened what I was forgetting to say I wanted so badly to stay, At the table at Christie where we were one. You lifted me from the chair, putting my arm over your back. How are you this strong for everyone. I think I’ve seen you, Across every table I’ve sat at. This isn’t a love song, But I wanted you to know. On slow walks. My mind races. Night time talks. It’s faces, faces. On slow walks. My mind races. Night time talks. It’s faces, faces. I think I’ve seen you, Across every table I’ve sat at. This isn’t a love song, But I wanted you to know. vlounge