October from Shit Talk by French Club

I saw you with your hands in your pockets
As you walked across the street from the path to the Market
My head's in a knot and I'm no good at talking
As if I never saw you before

And I don't know who you think you are
It's not anything I can help
I've been wasting all my time
I'll do anything at all

Weekends, girlfriends, the time that we wasted
On the stoop and at your house, the smell of cigarettes and pavement
Long-distance calls, all those strange conversations
Been a lonely month but I'm fine

And I recall that night you said you had it
With your fucked up shoes and your downtown jacket
New York nights, made a habit out of dancing
We'd forget ourselves til the morning

And I don't know who you think you are
It's not anything I can help
I've been wasting all my time
I'll do anything at all

[Sweet Wailing]

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