puts more in my coffee cup than i put in her's

i think her name was boat crash    
screaming i need some air    
29 yrs old skippin down a sidewalk    
covered in things men are paid to pick up    
on saturday morning    
but decorated with those  
cat calls, grimier than her jeans
who would give all the bad they got
on a drunk friday evening 
in the quarter  
if they weren't previously engaged   
     
works the cafe on 38th    
never late    
never wears a uniform    
or is allowed to go inside    
spoke on a few different instances    
language barrier    
still today i figured out    
we both might be starting to get it    
     
called her first daughter sunflower    
second male child    
son    
doesn't see em anymore    
the sunshine jones    
a good samaritan would just leave her be    
but i'm a bad lonely man    
with no change    
and i just wanna hear a lady sing    
     
punched a guy in the face once    
for puttin one in her guitar case    
and takin five out    
while she was playin gordon lightfoot    
she said thank you sir    
but he probably needs it    
more than me    
     
she don't tell a drunkard    
to believe in god    
just reminds him why he should    
and ghosts    
knows they are one    
and the same    
jokes and says she calls me grimace    
because she's a hamburglar    
and in that other life    
we were best friends    
     
i get uncomfortable      
pat my pockets apologetically    
knowin i don't use nothin but plastic    
unless i'm sellin dope    
     
says she don't want that from me anyway    
good,bad,indifferent    
flat tires aren't really anybody's fault baby    
just hope i see you again tomorrow