02.08.2017
How could he know
It was six in the morningYou were sitting at a bar, alone
With a look that hated
The bum it loved
But immersed herself into the smoke
I asked a guy what you were looking for
He said ''let it be man, don't ask
She's like that every night
She's involved with bums
She's not for us, man''
How could he know that she's staying up late for me
How could he know that she's hurting for me
How could he know that she had believed me
And I've destroyed her, how could he know
The bum she loves is me, how could he know
I was ashamed to look him in the eyes
And tell him the whole truth
That you're a lady who's given me value
And that I'm the only bum
I asked if you love somebody
He said ''let it be man, don't ask
We're already late and the bar's closing
What do you want from a prostitute''
How could he know that she's staying up late for me
How could he know that she's hurting for me
How could he know that she had believed me
And I've destroyed her, how could he know
The bum she loves is me, how could he know