thought i d treat myself this evening go and hang out with the pigeons drink some red wine share my good cheese watch the pretty people passing by an hour later i m out of wine so i play my broken guitar watch the people gather round me naturally i close my eyes and sing they invite me back to their place where i see a familiar face she s holding me with that stare and i can t help but pretend she s not there she walks over just to tell me that she don t miss me all that much she walked over just to say that i don t miss you all that much i bet she does