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[____shotxhearts]

i know that it is freezing but i think we have to walk.
i keep waving at the taxis, they keep turning their lights off.
but julie knows a party at some actor's westside loft.
supplies are endless in the evening-by the morning they'll be gone.
and everything is lonely-i can be my own bestfriend.
i get a coffee and the paper-no phone conversations.
if the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
i start polishing in the evening-by the morning looks like shit.
and i know you have a heavy heart
i can feel it when we kiss.
so many men stronger than me
have thrown their backs out trying to lift it.
but me i'm not a gamble
you can count on me to split.
but what i tell you in the evening-by the morning won't make sense.
you're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black.
just keep going to the bathroom, only say you'll be right back.
well, it takes one to know one, kid-i think you've got it bad.
but what's so easy in the evening-by the morning is such a drag.
i've got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the train.
and if you promise to stay concious i'll try and do the same.
but we might die from that occasion but we sure killed all the pain.
what was normal in the evening-by the morning seems insane.
and i'm not sure what the trouble was
that started all of this.
the reasons all have run away
but the feeling never did.
it's not something i would recommend
but it is one way to live.
'cause what is simple in the moonlight-by the morning never is.
it was so simple in the morning-now it's so complicated.