Goodbye, Evan

Maybe I'll sleep with a thousand men
and when you decide to call me years from now
I'll tell you about everyone
about Neil, David, and three other Evans

but, oh James, James was the best
but James, James was the best

the way he'd put his hand on my back
and slide the other into my hair
and when we were finished
leave me trembling face down in the sheets
finding my breath
then we'd sleep silent
in the mess we made

two extinguished cigarettes
in a lonely ashtray