I Hope I Scare People On Public Transport - The Smith Street Band

I hope I scare people on public transport, no shoes, my eyes rolling back into

my head

I fell down the steps of the tram at the stop where I used to get off to fall

into bed with you

But now it’s just a long, long, lonely walk home.

Edgy, wild eyes trying hard

to stay strong

Traversing the streets where the dogs and your old neighbours bark at me from

behind fences that I swear are too small

I miss the taste of the city asphalt and I miss the smell of your freshly

washed hair

And I miss the times we slept under bridges, bummed cigarettes from strangers

and no one else mattered

Today my mother flies out to Shanghai and today my father surely will catch me

And today my sister will go to school and forget me, I wish I could tell her

just how much I cared

I had an affair that lasted the heat wave, the only thing that I remember now

is your first name

And those heavy blankets and that shitty, little plastic fan and the way you

had no idea who I am

And everything is a fucking eye strain and I can’t see my legs through the piss

and the rain

And I hope to God that I can still spit, because fingers crossed our paths will

cross again someday

And the train wires circle the planned out city centre like vultures coming in

for the kill

We’re gonna take your money, we’re gonna take your money, we’re gonna take your

money and do nothing with it

We’re gonna take your money

And do nothing with it