done, dusted, dazed, and deprived
maybe I did take you out of the city
into a life that has another version of me
and we are not the same
because you ask all the time
you use to know me
and who am I now
since I'm a stranger
in my own house
where in the middle of the night
I wander around
with my other life
that exists late into the night
where I know who I am
with a drink in hand
headed back to
were I left all my friends
on some dance floor
in Milan
or was it Florence
maybe in Berlin
because I feel it calling
back
over again
where I ended
and now where I am
where I cannot coexist
without revealing
who I use to be