Sixers

She got a sixer from the store down the street.
Stayed up watching basketball replays.
There's a reason that she can't go to sleep.
It's got nothing to do with LeBron James.

It has to do with a chemical reaction.
Stimulated synapses. The snapping and the crackling.
The doctor gave her something to focus her attention.
She's got a six month supply in the cupboard in the kitchen.

Upstairs she hears footsteps
And she has an idea.

He's home late from some dinner and some drinks.
Another Friday with the suits in the steakhouse.
Asset management's as thrilling as you'd think
But they pay him pretty well. Now he's renting out the penthouse.

Hasn't met the neighbors. He's new to the building.
So he's a little bit surprised when he notices the knocking.
When he opens up the door it's the girl that lives beneath him.
She says I know it's pretty late and I hope that you weren't sleeping.

She said she thought she heard footsteps
And she had an idea.

He'd seen her at the mailbox. Made a little small talk.
Now she's here in his entrance.
Shaking up the bottle like she's paying the maracas.
Says she's high and she's restless.
He puts something on the stereo. It sounds like it's Sinatra.
She thinks that seems a bit square.
But there's things you over look when you're getting with the guy upstairs.

She opens up the bottle and starts pouring out the pills.
Crush it on the counter being careful not to spill.
He starts mixing drinks. Measuring the gin.
Getting down the glassware. Muddling the mint.
They talk about their work and where they went to school.
How the city's kind of changed. How it used to be so cool.
It's hard to make friends when your job is so demanding.
They start dancing.

Sunrise into sundown.
Sending out for takeout. Sharing inside jokes now.
He finally tries to kiss her and she says that it's not like that.
Now he wished he wouldn't have done that.

Cause everything is awkward
And the conversation slows.
She cleans off the countertop and
Said that she should probably go.

She'd seen him at the mailbox flipping through the mail drop.
She wasn't sure how to start it.
Spent the lost weekend trying to find a small connection.
At least she got to see his apartment.
A Nagel poster in a silver frame. She thought that seemed kind of lame.
She wakes up late for work with the sniffles and a spiraling shame.

Later in the fall when
Sees him in the hallway
She makes a point to be friendly.
He's standing with some baby
That he's calling his fiancee
Her name is either Kelly or Katie.
She's glad they found each other.
The weddings next September.
She's planning her own party tonight
Crushing up pills at home and watching basketball highlights.

She thinks she hears footsteps
But now they're not really there.