I wake up exhausted.
It's not morning.
It's back to sleep
to re-dream me.
We're alone and
we're happy
but there you are
angry with me.
Are you alright?
I can't stand up straight.
Are you alright?
Can you get me off your mind?
I hated this city
before you came here
so let go
and move on.
We're strangers.
We're not friends.
I hate this
and i hate them.
This city's exhausted
and it's wound up
soon to be a place
that's just filled up
and i find out
that you're angry
and you're sorry
you ever met me.