The french fries

Cold on the counter
Grease stain on the note you wrote
Ketchup on my hoodie
Last night’s movie still paused on the joke
You left in a hurry
Door slam
Keys in that old glass bowl
You took all your records
Left the paper bag and the hole


You left your leftover french fries
Curled up like question marks
Tasting like almost goodbye
Salt on my tongue
In the dark
I keep chewing on the silence
Let the soggy memories bite
You left your leftover french fries
So why can’t I throw us out tonight?


Microwave blinking
Same wrong time that we never set
Your chair at the table
Pulled back like you might come back
Yet
I scroll through our photos
You’re laughing with your mouth too wide
I dip one more crumpled fry
Into the space you left inside


You left your leftover french fries
Curled up like question marks
Tasting like almost goodbye
Salt on my tongue
In the dark
I keep chewing on the silence
Let the soggy memories bite
You left your leftover french fries
So why can’t I throw us out tonight?


Maybe it’s dumb
Saving this bag
But everything else
Went out with the trash
If all that we were
Fits into this side
Then let the oil stain
Be the last time I cry


You left your leftover french fries
Curled up like question marks
Tasting like almost goodbye
Salt on my tongue
In the dark
I keep chewing on the silence
Let the soggy memories bite
You left your leftover french fries
Guess I’m the one getting cold tonight
Guess I’m the one
Getting cold tonight