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