me and martha plimpton in an elevator her golden labrador kissed my index finger two in the morning summer saturated i'd been drinking and it'd been raining and it felt so strange cuz i didn't know what to say and when she smiled i turned away but that's so like me timid self conscious crippling she seemed so friendly and i must've seemed uninteresting soaked from walking and smelled like boozed and cigarettes i stood there listening to hear light breathing and i wanted to say that i really loved her films and i wanted to make her laugh and smile but i stood still i managed to mutter hello her eyes shining in the fancy elevator lights i stood awkwardly hands fluttering the doors parted and she said goodnight to me and her voice was like a song tht wouldn't leave my head and i thought martha i'm running on empty and i couldn't help but think i'd missed another chance to live but isn't that the way it always is