Pass on the paint, then paint the town.

take me to the city,
i ride on the back of your bike,
i fall i love in the city,
with you my boy, with you.
 
and when it ends its bitter sweet.
and when it ends the fog has cleared.
and were sat opposite one another and it suddenly clicks.
 
it wasnt love after all.?
confused and feeling lost
i'l walk home,
and that piece of the city,still in my hand but
not
my
heart

this was hard seems as Im in England and we dont see any glimpse of sun for another few months yet.