Everyone spills something eventually
The tea about others
The beans about themselves
Actually people love spilling
Tea it’s a pastime
But oh the beans
One has to practically
Be a dentist sometimes
To yank the truth
Out of peoples mouths
I just don’t understand
Why spreading lies is
Such folly for folks
But telling on themselves
Is near to impossible
Give me the bean
Burrito skip the tea
Oh yeah that one
Leave that one on
Of course you too
Mmm clink that’s good
Come here right here
Tell me a secret
Oh I don’t know
Something that you’d never
Have never but might
What I want to
Know you oh really
That’s deserving of this
And this and this
When you say that
You love someone else
What you are really
Saying is that they’re
Enough enough for you
Perfect enough pretty enough
Funny enough kissable enough
They are not everything
What they likely are
Is everything you aren’t
And more than enough
I remember that corner
And that street lamp
And oh that snow
And mmm that look
When you trotted across
A wet dead street
Stood inches from me
And in that place
In that light snow
And in that chill
You quietly kissed me
I still go back
To that same place
But it’s different now
It’ll always be different
Than that one November
Sometimes things just don’t
Dreams so often hoped
Situations that appear great
Someone that surprised you
Someplace stumbled upon accidentally
All seem right then
But don’t turn out
Like parties nobody attends
Like gifts never wanted
But always lovingly given
Or like Christmas Eve
Snow that never arrives
Right guy wrong time
These are some disappointments
That’re best left behind
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 