Lovers of Fiction - Everyone at Target Drives a Honda

Walked past your house again
It doesn't make a difference
The blinds are drawn
The plants are staring at me vaguely from the sill
You could be sitting in your parlor
Drinking coffee with the milk man
That's a bitter pill
The feeling still remains it hasn't died
It's just an empty sort of thrill
That has me clutch at my insides and wonder why
We can't be happening like we happened once before
And happening still
And everyone at Target drives a Honda
And every stranger's face looks just like you
And every poor man's imitation carries home the blow
That it's all over and there's nothing I can do
And everyone at Target Drives a Honda
Scrolled through your Facebook page
It didn't solve my problem
That blue-eyed rocker boy is staring through his sideburns back at me
You could be sitting in his Kitchen
Eating crackers from his cupboard
Oh what a thing to see
The days they just tick by
They're all the same
My only hope is we'll collide
It's just my never-ending game
That has me planning run-ins, chance encounters all the while
Every time I step outside.
And everyone at Target drives a Honda
And every stranger's face looks just like you
And every poor man's imitation carries home the blow
That it's all over and there's nothing I can do
And everyone at Target
Everyone at Target
Everyone at Target drives a Honda

Written by:
Dan Sonenberg

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