girl in osaka

よろしくお願いします, 大阪


I try not to cry as I sit inbetween two salarymen on the subway
I'm drunk, I'm sad, I curse myself and everything
I'm on the osaka metro
and this was everything ive ever wanted my life to be
where else better to be to be so miserable and alone?

I walk back after one too many drinks
and tearing up my throat at the karaoke bar
osaka is cold and lonely this time of night
even here has a cardboard city of it's own
rattling of pipes
the buzzing of vending machines on every turn
the garbage trucks compacting masses of full plastic bags littering the strip mall
the wheels of the homeless woman's luggage rolling on the concrete echoing behind me like a ghost story
it's so quiet, it's deathly quiet
haah, it's so cold tonight

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