Song in dev?

Short story kernel adapted from a journal entry and a menu for tomorrow’s guests.

Sad suburban dad watches as his son grimaces in frustration, shutting the front door and preparing his explanation. Lavender drips off the boy’s tongue.

“If we were easier, I wouldn’t stay up late for you — I wouldn’t worry you hadn’t just changed your T-shirt and went out for the night, wouldn’t worry that this time you’d left for good. If we were easier, I’d trust myself and know you’d stay.”

He swills a glass with absinthe, and his son replies, “But then I do come back, and you fool yourself into thinking I never changed at all. All I had was two beers and the time of my life, and I want to tell you, ‘Don’t believe it, Dad, I’m changing with you, every day, every hour.’”

EK told me to turn the two beers into a song title — it might work out if this narrative stays punchy and succinct.