Alone with your thoughts
In the empty darkness of an ugly street
I'm leaving you

After all, it is dark
You might wanna grab me
Or worst- you might wanna hold my hand

You want me to talk to you
You don't understand why she doesn't call
Why mother is not nice
Why shrinks don't understand

Tell me about the woman-like shape of a Ducaty
About the way dogs are better than people
Say that you can't sleep this early
And that you don't wanna stay alone

You really don't
I can tell by the way you put your arms around your knees
Sitting in the corner of that old deserted wall
With your torn jeans and your long hair falling across your
face
Hiding you drifting eyes

And I walk away
After all, it is late
And you are beautiful
I guess I'm not that good a friend