so how you go

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so how you go
when you find your self alone
physically though
still warm enough to satisfy that nagging that just wont leave you be
that you are all alone
emotionally
warm enough
to listen to the guitar and some guy who cant sing but sounds great
he's got a unique voice, which makes lack of talent
all right all right all right.
three oclock
the people you're with (clarify, not friends, but companions)
all braved the cold
so damn desperate
but me, i'm a troooper
a moocher
i'll do without or do with yours
but hell
maybe
probly that just makes me lazy
but its fine
its damn cold and the grocery stops selling cigarettes at ten.
not much else worth going out for at this time of night
--let me get up on (upon) it--letme letme--

i could your baby doll, baby, i could be your baby doll, i could be the thing you want, i could do it all for you----don't do things like that, saint louis is listening

our room is lived in, the city is glowing and the robots are smoking pall malls. everything in its place. the kids are stumbling to the train, get home (not neccissarily your own) get to bed (pose) desperation overhauls logic