small world

by amy sharp


god that felt good
when someone else
said you were just like the way I thought you were
they just said it
plain and simple
and we were in a bar and the glasses were all clinking
like tiny music
and I just looked across the way
pretending to wave to a friend
acting aloof about the conversation
but inside I was alive and high fiving myself
cuz all we ever wanna be is right
inside
down deep
never to be wrong
about our stupid hearts
even if they spill
stain
make a big old mess
everywhere