Folded Napkins

 Folded napkins and frosted cups,

I think I love you, but it's not enough,

Cause we're weary and broken and chasing that childish glee,

We are runoff in a gutter, and nothing's free,

So we'll sit in silence in this diner empty,

Then we'll run away and catch a train to keep our dreams plenty,

And there's nothing no one can say to change our hearts,

But there's something about this doubt that makes me fall apart,

So rest your hand on mine and hold me near,

Then close your eyes, we'll pretend we're far away from here.