1am’s bitter coffee has gone cold
and love still comes too late
it’s been something like six days now
yet i sit here for you every night
i sit here and wait 

can you remember when we crossed paths here early on that fateful day? i’d just come here for a pick-me-up, you were trying to run away. you said you’d come back to see me when you’d sorted everything out, you then ran for the bus. my swimming eyes longing for the sight of you, longing for another “us”.