Lua

I know that it is freezing but I think we have to walk

Waving at the taxis, they keep turning their lights off

But Julie knows a party at some actor's west side loft

Supplies are endless in the evening, by the morning they'll be gone

When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend

I get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations

With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection

The mask I polish 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