shoes thwack against concrete can't get anywhere fast enough don't remember the first time you said you love me can still taste the tequila on my tongue
and i'm not really sure if it matters you'll be gone soon i'm sure of it
it's okay i like to be alone sometimes and listen to the sounds of the city but sometimes i hear people chatting and i ache to be a part of something i find that maybe i don't really want to be alone
and i'm lonely which makes me want to wrap myself inside of your love fill myself up on it until there's room for nothing else but that's not possible and even if it were there's no way you'd let it happen