She walked away through the city steam
Midnight on her like a dress of "up to no good"
I wasn't sad to see her go
Just sad that I would have fill in the time
Chasing skirts was never my idea of a good night
Playing games to end up on a stiff mattress
With tired pillows and empty passion
I think I was happy to see her go
Now I'm looking for a number
Deep in my pocket
At least she left me with motivation
My head hurt the same way
As it always did in the morning
But it felt like I had left a jacket behind
The air was stale
My own coughing woke me up
And I killed the last bit of whisky I had
I stole the paper from the coffee shop next store
Filled in the crossword randomly
I thought of her and her skin satisfied
Waking to her protector
I found a forgotten bottle under the second hand sofa
And planned my day
Let's see, let's see
It's a big city
That's good
I'll find someone who looks like her
But gives me silver and gold attention
It's a big city
Lots of birds
That's good
I'm such a fool
I let her go