The Metro 탭

I'm alone, sitting with my broken glass
My four walls follow me through my past
I was on a Paris train, I emerged in London rain
And you, waiting there, swimming through apologies

I remember searching for the perfect words
I was hoping you might change your mind
I remember the soldier standing next to me
Riding on the metro

I went smiling as you took my hand
So removed, we spoke in France
You were passed as shallow word
It isn't passed, there's still a hurt

You were passed as shallow word
It isn't passed, there's still a hurt
I can see you now smiling as I pulled away...
Sorry

I remember the letter wrinkled in my hand
"I'll love you always," filled my eyes
I remember the night we walked along the Seine
Riding on the metro

I remember a feeling coming over me
The soldier turned, then walked away
Fuck you for loving me
Riding on the metro