Now and then she re-reads the manuscript
Of the entire torrid affair
They compared their licenses
He said, "I'm not a donor but
I'd give you my heart if you needed it"
She rolled her eyes and said, "You're a professional"
He said, "No, just a Good Samaritan"
He said that if the sex was half as good as the conversation was
Soon they'd be pushing strollers
But soon it was over

In the age of him she wished she was thirty
And made coffee every morning in a French press
Afterward she only ate kids' cereal
And couldn't sleep unless it was in her mother's bed
Then she dated boys who were her own age
With dartboards on the backs of their doors
She thought about how he said
Since she was so wise beyond her years
Everything had been above board
She wasn't sure

And the years passed like scenes of a show
The professor said to write what you know
Looking backwards might be the only way
To move forward
Then the actors were hitting their marks
And the slow dance was alight with the sparks
And the tears fell in synchronicity with the score
And at last
She knew what the agony had been for

The only thing that's left is the manuscript
One last souvenir from my trip to your shores
Now and then I re-read the manuscript
But the story isn't mine anymore

 

 

 

Sesekali dia membaca ulang naskah itu
Dari seluruh kejadian yang terik
Mereka membandingkan lisensi mereka
Dia berkata, "Saya bukan donor tapi
Aku akan memberikan hatiku padamu jika kamu membutuhkannya"
Dia memutar matanya dan berkata, "Kamu seorang profesional"
Dia berkata, "Tidak, hanya seorang Samaria yang Baik Hati"
Dia mengatakan jika seks itu setengah dari percakapannya
Sebentar lagi mereka akan mendorong kereta bayi
Namun tak lama kemudian semuanya berakhir

Di usianya dia berharap dia berumur tiga puluh
Dan membuat kopi setiap pagi di media Perancis
Setelah itu dia hanya makan sereal anak-anak
Dan tidak bisa tidur kecuali di tempat tidur ibunya
Kemudian dia berkencan dengan pria seusianya
Dengan papan dart di belakang pintu mereka
Dia memikirkan bagaimana dia mengatakannya
Karena dia sangat bijaksana melebihi usianya
Semuanya berada di atas papan
Dia tidak yakin

Dan tahun-tahun berlalu seperti adegan sebuah pertunjukan
Profesor mengatakan untuk menulis apa yang Anda ketahui
Melihat ke belakang mungkin merupakan satu-satunya cara
Untuk bergerak maju
Kemudian para aktor mencapai sasaran mereka
Dan tarian lambat itu menyala dengan percikan api
Dan air mata jatuh selaras dengan skornya
Dan akhirnya
Dia tahu apa maksud dari penderitaan itu

Yang tersisa hanyalah naskahnya
Satu suvenir terakhir dari perjalananku ke pantaimu
Sesekali aku membaca ulang naskahnya
Tapi ceritanya bukan milikku lagi