You don't love me anymore. I can feel it. But I want you more than before. So I conceal it. Walk on, walk on baby. Don't look back. This happy face is just a disguise.
I see him standing silhouetted. In the lamp-light. I cross the street. And I quicken my pace. He cups his hands and he. Lights a cigarette. I find myself in the bones of his face.
If this is public transportation. What are you doing here?. Royalty and people like thee. Should queue up in the rear. . My patience has worn thin. My tires are gonna explode.