This is what I imagine the woman sitting across from me on the tube is thinking:
I’m so excited to meet the love of my life,
I thought I’d seen him before, maybe once or twice.
We’ll run around, just the two of us, and ruin this city.
Let’s make out already, as waiting is such a pity.
It took me a while to meet you; you’d gone cold and grey.
You’d been dumped so many times, you’d forgotten how to play.
“But what about the parks?” I’d ask. “And all the running?”
“Where are your priorities, babe?” you’d say. “We’ve got no plumbing!”
I’d wonder what happened between my reality and the dreaming,
Around the time you stopped caring if you heard me peeing.
Now I’m too old and fat and pudgy to dance in the rain,
But I can’t even be mad at you as I’m the one to blame.