SIDE FOUR: SPRING

EXT. The Cafe Annie - One Month Later

Jonah stands in the corner with his electric guitar. A group of young women enter the coffee shop and sit near the window, laughing about some obscure topic. The barista looks towards the analog clock above the counter. It reads 2:30. It’s the part of the day that just pulls on and on. Jonah steps up to the microphone.

JONAH
Hi

You accused me of insensitivity
Stuff about you not eating
But if you recall some time ago
That carbs were not my friend
My cheeks were growing
And I’m sorry I’m not the man
I thought you wanted me to see out of me
But then again
I’m prone to gossip with my imaginary friends
And maybe I told them something
I thought you just wouldn’t understand
Like I never even gave your mind a chance

And maybe I said some things in confusion
That I’m not so proud of
But god knows I’ve thought too much of them
It’s so insignificant
To outer space
But I keep on turning my head again anyways
Just to see if you’re peeking back
Like I am

Now I got something to prove
And I got this shit to do, due Tuesday
It didn’t have to be like this
I’m such a little kid though
With my guilt on my back
And my panic attacks
I’m sorry
I’m just starting to feel like
Just a little makeshift boyfriend
Who plays the guitar
Whos going too hard kid
I’m going too far kid
Oh but I’m better now
I’m better now

And maybe I said some things in the present
That I’m not too proud of
But god knows I’ll agonize again
It’s so insignificant to all the boys who say shit like
When will i find a friend?
And you know she's not so messed up
When you find out she’s not what you made up
In your fantasy
She’s not some hipster queen
That you danced around with in your dreams
No she's not the girl that you thought she was but
God, you miss her hugs
And now you’re doing all these kinds if drugs
Like Fluoxetine and Prozac
It was for the best
I know that
I don’t have another girl save
But I’m leaving bae with all these debts to pay
No I’m not hero, not a blind pretender
I’m just another fucking tax collector
I think it’s time I got these bills to pay
I think it’s time I got these bills to pay
(I just want to know what it’s like on time
To be on my own)

And I walked out from a coffee shop
And I thought I nearly dropped
Every place just out of my vision
I saw your face and now I’m losing precision
Of my train of thought
Remember when we sat in the parking lot
The night that we stayed together
You wiped your tears on my Skidmore sweater
It was such an insignificant thought
And yet it meant a lot

Such an insignificant thought
And yet it meant a lot