~ The Orientalists ~ Lyrics ~

~~ Pretty Friend ~~

i'm not going there by myself
i'm walking with a pretty friend of mine
i dont care about much time
but it's getting late
and the box seat's made of pine

then i'm leaving there by myself
were we be dead? were we watching a movie?
i'm not sure if i liked that way
but sometimes though, the rain propels the sky

then i'm calling a cab because my stomach feels small
then there's a break in the clouds
and i've got no taste at all
yeah it could've been me
why didn't i stay
why didn't i say?
why didn't i?

then i'm sitting on a doorstep
trying to play
guitar