Cab Rides & Cigarettes

Another night alone at the bar that you call home

Sit there waiting for no one

And the melting of the ice in your drink passes the time

Order another to keep you numb, to keep you numb

And you miss the way it felt when it was new and not routine

Same production, just different actors every night

And you’re not proud, but not ashamed. Sits alone, you ask her name

Always know the ending of this play

And you’ll say: Don’t go, you know that we’ve only just met

I’ll call a cab home, or we could walk and smoke these cigarettes

Early morning; half-asleep

Half awake under a stranger’s sheets

Not surprised that she’s already left

Find your clothes, and find your smokes

There’s no goodbye, there's just a note

Didn’t see just how this would end

And it says: Don’t call. I know that we’ve only just met

I’m sorry to have led you on, there’s no good

That could ever come out of this

I’ve got no room for you in my life. I am complicated

Here’s money for a cab home, the drinks

And half-smoked cigarettes