Lines

Stealing sleep between the arguments, cigarettes and grief Sordid accusations, shattered dreams and quiet relief Our puzzle quickly built in error, pieces that don't fit together A picture, neither one could be You go back to London I'll go back to where I came from Even if that's somewhere I feel lost I'll kill myself with worry, you'll rebuild yourself in hurried echoed nights and I'll try not to call The sun is up Let's just draw a line under it all Maybe in a year or so, we can both escape the hurt Cross paths along the Circle Line and never say a word You'll probably get engaged and celebrate With all your friends who hate my face And I can watch you from the sidelines in my cage So you'll go back to London I'll go back to where I came from Even if that's somewhere I feel lost I'll confess my faults to strangers, lower all my expectations, disappear, numb it out and write it off Let's pack it up, draw a line under it all Pay the cost, draw a line under it all Take the loss, draw a line under it all