We don't waste any part of it. It's a sad embrace and 
I've made it mine to hold and fall apart each week. I 
could easily desert this place but I find it hard now 
that it's here in front of me. But I will wait because 
I'm not that bold it seems. I know the rain will come to 
wash the dirt and scum right off my shoes but I keep 
stepping in it. I take the worst path ever home. My eyes 
are heavy from the drinks I think I've had tonight and I 
know, I will be calling you soon. I will be saying sorry. 
Ask away – we will tell. If you must know, I still find 
you attractive in a desperate way. I can't remember the 
day I left – I only remember I came. I had a feeling this 
would somehow kind of add up inside my head. But then I 
had a feeling this would never amount to anything. Oh! My 
presentation isn't worth this! I feel sick, I think I'll 
go home. I can leave this place with grace and all alone. 
It's the way I came into the shit. But this can never end 
because we never started it. All of this is fleeting I 
know; Hope I find my way home again. So will you come 
out? If you must know, I still find you attractive in a 
desperate way. I can't remember the day I left – I only 
remember I came. I won't describe you the city. It hurts 
too much to open my eyes. All's I can tell you, it's vast 
and pretty and makes me want to crawl back in bed. All my 
friends say it's been wasting me but I'm persistent in my 
inconsistency with feeling right.