A Letter from Paris

Atleast I avoided clichè
All the nobody’s hand
Along the Champs-Elysse
Taking my time
Breaking bread
Sipping wine
Meant for two
It’s a beautiful city
For saps
But turn out the lights
We’re to clever for that
And I know
Iiiii know
We’re not in love
But we’d fool this town
With the view of us
Thoughts from the tourist
Alone
We could fall for
The streets of Paris
But the Eiffel’s a joke
And the punchline is me
And you know
Youuuuuu know
It’s not funny
But we’d laugh till it was
Just the two of us
Thouhts from a tourist
Alone
And I know
I know that we
Tryyyy
To survive
On a lie
We couldn’t endure