Waverly - Anjimile

There’s a restaurant in the East Village

Where all the waiters are celebrities

My first love waited hours in the back

Making brazen advances toward Waverly

There’s lore of a movie star leaving his number

For her on an old receipt

All I know is that she didn’t call him

What a mystery, Waverly

Hey, I live

Across the street and

Wanted to know if you’d be my friend

Won’t call again

I’m a patron dressed up like a person

I’m a creature instead of me

Dark at night and sunlight in the morning

Decide that I’ll try aging gracefully

Here are all of my friends and my parents

This is my birthday party

You can push all the tables together

But you can’t pull one over on Waverly