I'm alone, sitting with my broken glass. My four walls follow me through my past.
I was on a Paris train, I emerged in London rain and you were waiting there, swimming through apologies.
I remember searching for the perfect words, I was hoping you might change your mind.
I remember a soldier standing next to me, riding on the metro.
I was smiling as you took my hand, saw the moon we spoke in France.
You were passed the shallow words. Years have passed and still the hurt.
I can see you now smiling as I pulled away, sorry.
I remember the letter wrinkled in my hand, "I'll love you always" filled my eyes.
I remember the night we walked along the Seine, riding on the metro.
I remember a feeling coming over me, then the soldier turned and walked away.
Fuck you for loving me, riding on the metro
