I think if I should tell you this; but then I must tell you this.
We are not that close on communication but we are on that road.
What bothers me is Paris, what bothers me is California Los Angeles;
I have lived my whole life in New Yorks and Londons
And I have hated life all this while.
To become a Parisian is a dream but it also means destroying oneself.
I used to think I can do that. But life has made me a coward again.
I miss being that brave thing; Can I be the brave and the wretched thing together again?
And the bigger question - is it worth it?
This bothers me like your migraine bothered you.
I am not a homosexual, so I can't become Oscar Wilde.
For a romantic - the tormented New Yorker and the shattered Californian
Is life supposed to be only these ways?
I have got just one chance to find out
And my chance is with you.
This piece will ripe as months and years will pass
You should know he skeptic doubts what brave means
Yet the coward is wanting to be brave.