I want to stand a patio in a city full of lights,
sharply dressed with wits half-dulled,
in a restaurant with black-tied maitre d's and
no prices on the menus.
There's a smokey-eyed blonde by my side-
a girl who's far too good for me, who has
that rich blood and
finer tastes-
her black dress and careless smiles leading me
deeper into temptation as
we both drink like we have
something to forget.
I want to sit there with her smoking the
high-class cigarettes with gold-leaf
embossed filters,
not talking, just absorbing
just enjoying.
I don't want to be rich.
I just want to be so much more than I am.
The most crushing reality of humanity isn't the
life you lead;
it's all the lives you aren't living.