drinking poland spring water
and I'm starving for attention
but I'm bloated with the angst.
And your picture on the wall
just reminds me that it's 5:00am
and I'm alone.
and here I am again,
staring straight ahead.
wishing I were sipping champagne,
in a beautiful stranger's arms.
one night.one night.
I look out of my window
but I'm not surprised
to see you there.
you love like there's no tomorrow,
you say it like you never meant it,
but you make such a beautiful stranger.