"I'm Quitting the Night Shift" by Miss Macross
i saw her in a long white dress in the parking lot
it was night
there were only three sources of light:
the waning moon,
a security fixture,
and the flames.
it was a long day, i told myself.
i had a long day.
she had a long day, too.
her trail of flames did not follow her
as she drew closer to my window
like my wits,
completely snuffed out.
it was a mistake and i should have known earlier
should have realized when i saw the way she walked
that she was no bride
and this was no spring
cosmos swaying and wilting in the midsummer breeze,
my feet burning on sun-drenched asphalt.
she never looked my way
she kept moving
broken steps – no, gliding – no, striding
it was so hard to tell with so much smoke in my eyes.
"Nobody Ever Really Wants to Date the Bassist" by Miss Macross
i’m so tired of you
i’m not going to ask for permission again
i keep sleeping in
i keep trying to pour rock sugar in my iced tea
you learned how to play bass because you liked paul mccartney
you’re not going to ask me again
you keep playing the same bass line
you keep telling me that i’d be homeless without you
i started watching the tv on mute with the captions on
you didn’t like the noise
i didn’t ask how it could bother you
you were wearing headphones
you’re not going to ask me again
i’m going to stay up as late as i want
you said you don’t like playing music anymore
i can still hear that uninspired bass line