Just drive, I said to the cabbie, so he drove like it's a getaway car,nI'm all choked up, can't get my head 'round the way things really arenI would've called to say goodbye but there's no bars on my telephone,nAnyway, you're probably out cruising for teenyboppers to take home.nYou told me you were bad, I said I really wouldn't want to fuck an angelnnI was working the nightshift at the noodle bar, you lit your cigarette off mine,nAnd going home we peeked in on lit up rooms from the top deck of the 159nYou said you meet this priest on Wednesdays, that he pays you just to blaspheme,nI swear to God, you're were the most exciting thing I'd ever seennThe taste of you and the Valpolicella did a tango on my tonguennI read all that stuff in your diary about the doll's head you found in the sand,nAnd how the best time you'd ever been given was from the singer in a reggae band,nYou were upstairs with some bellhop, I was downstairs, drunk and on my knees,nCome first light I'm at the window watching dawn creeping out the treesnThat fortune teller said we'd be happy, the lying bitch nnJust 'cause you said I kind of looked like Strindberg, I speed-read everything of his I could findnOne night when I couldn’t get a hard on you flung my leather jacket on the fire,nI should've grabbed you by the throat and why I didn't I really can't saynBut that rope bridge slung between us was really starting to fray.nHow come I only ever wanted impossible things? nnEvening's creeping through the suburbs like a wolf out hunting her kill,nIf you ever feel you need to see me again I'll be waiting, I promise I will,nYou said you really meant to love me, it's just that somehow you forgot,nAnd the longer you stared at me the more invisible I got.nThe cabbie's driving too fast and neither of us feels much like talking