Cafe ☆

Sitting in the night cafe,

Like a Hopper painting on a very bad day

Drinking like I used to do, with a

Manner that you hate me too, and then

People come and people go, but

Who they are I’ll never know, and I’m

Unaware of what they say and I

I really don’t care anyway, oh no



Sitting in an empty room, at the

Middle ending on a day of doom, and I’m

Dreamin’ like I used to do, of the

Way it was when I met you, and the

Memories they come and go, like

Shadows on the stair below,

A voyeur in the high window, as

Unobserved I watch you go, oh no



Sitting in the early train, on

Sunday morning and it’s pouring rain, and I’m

Dying like I used to do with a

Head and heart so full of you, and then

Feelings come and feelings go, but

When they stop I’ll never know, and I’m

Unaware of what you say, and I

I really don’t care anyway, oh no



Sitting in the night cafe

Sitting in the night cafe

Sitting in the night cafe

Sitting in the night cafe