i could say,
meet at seven
but i know you would be late
so this is for you
but i will not wait

we are only part of it
the bigger plan
its bigger than the city
bigger than the palm of my hand

it is all we can do to stay on top
it is all we can do to leave
it is half of our belief
and half of our need

tonight you are crying
i am happy and i am free
but i might as well be dying
because i feel so guilty

this girl, she is only young
life is still planned out
she drew the plan –
with her favourite crayons

i need to be warm
because sometimes it is a little cold

you beautiful thing
why do you hang there
why do you not decide
to hang here instead

and i am afraid to stare
because it might reveal my sad lust
i hope my charm gleams like metal
but i fear it is riddled with rust