If I was a Londoner, rich with complaint
Would you take me back to your house
Which is sainted with lust and the listless shade
If I could have held you once more with that light
It’s nothing to you, but it keeps me alive

I used to listen to this while walking to work, thinking of A, wondering if she’d see me again in London. How it would be, to visit her. Some days, I wish I could go back and change things.

You crossed this line
Do you find it hard to sit with me tonight?
I’ve walked these miles, but I’ve walked them straight lined
You’ll never know what it’s like to be
Fine

Maybe we all are. Sad to have wasted them on you. But maybe I learned something. That I don’t know what you are and that whatever you are, you sound like trouble. It was interesting to see you like that, though. Was radical, beautiful, uplifting, eye-opening. Thank you for that.