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We were at the table talking Something about going to Rome. It was never going to happen But maybe I could Do a normal thing like a normal man can Like sitting on an airplane and not gasping for air. In the aisle, while you were looking the other way. I felt like I was dying and I might of if you were any further away. I don’t want to leave the city. I always struggle sleeping in a hotel room. I might write to Amy, maybe on my way to the airport. It’s early December and I’m on my way. In the taxi backseat, I caught my own eye in the mirror. I look kind of like you, I didn’t try to. You can’t help your hair’s getting thinner. I don’t want to leave the city. I always struggle sleeping in a hotel room. In the taxi The backseat You’re not there. In the taxi The backseat You’re not there. I don’t want to leave the city. I always struggle sleeping in a hotel room. From Letras Mania