Lua. Bright eyes

And 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.

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.
But me I'm not a gamble
you can count on me to split.
The love i sell you in the evening
by the morning wont exists.