f** the writer
london pleasures

Sunday evening on the other side of town

Her face looks worried as we sigh

Outside, November howls through streets of shattered gla**

Can you say something or will you just stay like that?

But for her there's just no way to say

"Can you stay here for the night?"

Because it's such a beautiful phrase

She's afraid the words won't come out right

Don't why I can't believe she wants to be with me

But for now I'll put my doubts aside

One more drink and then some more

And then we'll go

And please don't speak, cause I already know

That we're both just pa**engers

On trains going in opposite ways

And tomorrow we'll get off

And find some other place we can stay