She lies there sleeping, her hair's in s 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 now I'll write you a poem, and I'll give it to you
Pretend the I'm Byron, Shelley or Keats
who plays with words and subtle deceits
Pretend that I'm Romeo, troubled in love
who gives 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 sound 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
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