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
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