She lies there sleeping, her hair's in a mess She's got cheap red wine on the front of her dress I suppose in a way I love her no less We've all got our own way of loving I guess
We're two of a kind we get by that way Neither is waiting for the other to say I love you, I need you, maybe it's true It goes without saying, it gets us through
So I'll come to you once again tonight I always look better when you turn out the light Pretend that I'm special, romantic and true And I'll write you a poem and I'll give it to you
Pretend that I'm Byron, Shelley or Keats Who plays with words and subtle deceits Pretend that I'm Romeo troubled in love Who give you his heart in a golden glove
This is my town, this is my place I've got midnight bars written over my face I've got a million miles staring out of my eyes I can play with the truth but I can't tell you lies
Oh, it's hard and it's cruel but it happens to be true I haven't that much to give to you But whatever I've got you can take it for free Whatever you've got that's enough for me
Pretend that this room on the cheap side of the town Is a place far away where we'll never be found Where the cry of the seagull and the sounds of the sea Come together to make a sweet symphony
Instead of this town that's covered in grime With neon rainbows beating out time Where the streets are slick with winter rain And there's no way out to start over again