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