I Hope I Scare People on Public Transport

I hope I scare people on public transport, no shoes, my eyes rolling back into my head
I fell down the steps of the tram at the stop where I used to get off to fall into bed with you
But now it's just a long, long, lonely walk home
Edgy, wild eyes trying hard to stay strong
Traversing the streets where the dogs and your old neighbours bark at me from behind fences that I swear are too small
I miss the taste of the city asphalt and I miss the smell of your freshly washed hair
And I miss the times we slept under bridges, bummed cigarettes from strangers and no one else mattered
Today my mother flies out to Shanghai and today my father surely will catch me
And today my sister will go to school and forget me, I wish I could tell her just how much I cared
I had an affair that lasted the heat wave, the only thing that I remember now is your first name
And those heavy blankets and that shitty, little plastic fan and the way you had no idea who I am
Everything is a fucking eye strain and I can't see my legs through the piss and the rain
And I hope to God that I can still spit, because fingers crossed our paths will cross again someday
And the train wires circle the planned out city centre like vultures coming in for the kill
We're gonna take your money and do nothing with it