Unfortunate Tourists - Crime In Stereo

I am the unfortunate tourist, stranded

At the edge of your bed, shipwrecked

Journeyed from the depths of our drinks

To the small curves of your legs

And yet, in your absence

I feel good now that you’re gone

I am the constant exit, the constant ex

The next former friend to attend your revenge

And you said, «You're just like them

Born to love and then disappear.»

And I said, «People like that are the only people here.»