The Night Chancers

You left me with the crumbs of my spare thoughts You left me with the noise of the night chancers Good cheer to the wee hours You left me in Hotel Amour Boring stories is all I need The fine wine diners tryna prize money from me Prizing money from imaginary donors Past the point of relevance, that's all I see And I'm crazy eyed, tryna sleep You left me with the crumbs of my spare thoughts You left me with the noise of the night chancers Good cheer to the wee hours My hands are dripping in cold, cold coffee And the crumbs are stuck to my optics You left me You called me from a taxi telling me how good I can be And how much you miss me But you're a kilometre away You left me with the crumbs of my spare thoughts You left me with the noise of the night chancers Good cheer to the wee hours You left me with the crumbs of my spare thoughts You left me with the noise of the night chancers Good cheer to the wee hours