I fed the lion
And it left me wanting
But there’s nothing courageous about checking out
They come to me
In teams of three
And they leave me
Without a doubt
I face the morning sun
As alone as when they’d come
Scurrying once again
To turn the sentry out
Coffee and Cigarettes
But you don’t touch your food
And I smoke the fag for you
You can’t resist this world outside
And it’s no longer enough
To say that I adore you
