The quickest way to your apartment is half an hour spent on regional rail
Trees pa** by as the windows shake, the breaks squeaking without fail
The smell of weed and cheap perfume. A general air of darkness looms
I lift my head and all I see is a dark tunnel surrounding me
For a second or two, I question if it's all really worth it
Uncomfortable seats and the grinding of teeth wears me thin, but then I walk a few blocks and I knock on your door and I'm reminded why I pay seven bucks to meet you here at midday: it's 'cause your smile quite frankly, actually reminds me that things might be okay