What Did You Expect I bet you taste like hair gel and a stiff drink You hit me like a damn stiff drink Knock me out flat But then how did you expect me to react To an older boy with a record player in his apartment and a black motorcycle outside A boy with a genuine laugh and soft eyes A boy with guitar string callouses on his fingers And thick rimmed glasses A boy who knows all the best indie rock All the best smoke spots And how to make the best cocktails with ease How did you expect me to respond To soft strokes down my back To your fingers in my hair To winks from across the room To your goddamn "how've you been, darlin's," at the start of every shift Every fucking shift How did you expect me to sit back And listen to you talk about your girlfriend Your Amanda Eight years older than me And four older than you Our ex coworker My old friend and your new lover I spend all this time with you in these close quarters You've met my boy I've met your girl So why do we still treat each other Like we could be each other's boy and girl instead You'll fuck with my head before you'll fuck with my body I know you well enough to know that But summer is coming, honey And so I stand at the podium and in the kitchen and behind the bar And I take your hair strokes and your winks and your jokes in stride Because summer is soon baby and two can play at this game *** May 4, 2015 I'd forgotten I wrote this, and now I've almost forgotten the boy it was for.