The Bright Lights Of Tokyo

I'm leaving Tokyo.
That city seems at peace beneath my feet.
I'm travelling home.
And you're down there,
Killing our memories
with a flick of your hair.
And I'm up here,
But you don't care.
So I admit defeat.

I'm telling myself,
That heartbreak's just love's chance to pause for breath,
I'm travelling home,
And you're down there,
Seeking successors,
Willing as they always were.
And I'm up here,
But you don't care.
And I admit defeat.

So I am smoking in my seat,
To generate a scene,
with a switchblade in my sock,
and some pills down my neck.
And I admit defeat.