When you tried to let me down
In that gentle detached way
I was convinced an army
Could not dredge my tears
He puts an arm around my shoulder
And balances sincere eyes
With a worrying wobble
Tells me I'm too young for this grief
The scenes may change, the city
May call itself the same names
But I can't find that feeling of
Togetherness anymore
He brings another two over
And balances European glasses
On hands that knew this pain
Tells me I know too little of the world
There may be streets of female bodies
There may be rooms of unfound love
But you only ever have one rush
That sincere youth can bring
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