the lights of the city

[asitsalwaysbeen]

the lights of the city are bright tonight,
reflecting in mirrors and the eyes of strangers,
in my glass of trebbiano,
and in my eyes, which never cry.

i'm alone tonight, remembering you in your three-piece suit,
and me in my diamond dress,
we danced for hours and hours that dream,
but i awoke to an empty bed;
a broken promise.

i could have been rich that night, rich in romance,
if only you had stayed,
love could've run its viral course,
trapping us both for a time or two.

i could have been amazing,
if only you had stayed,
and you could have been impressed,
watching me watch you.

but i'm ok tonight.
never better, really.
am i crying? no, darling, no.
the lights of the city are bright tonight!
i blink a tear,
the lights of the city could blind a star.