stop and think of that

If you name your city and i name mine
you can say her name and i'll guess the time,
If i was alone and you were gone,
If i was missing you and you were passed out cold,
We both know there's pain when there isn't much wine...
We both know i was always way out of line.

If you ask me to tell you what it felt like,
I'd tell you about the times i slept on my own floor,
The times i didn't have the strenght to cry,
The times i sat by your backdoor,
I'd leave alone the worse, even though i could do better,
I skipped all the times when i was held by strangers.

If you think i can't see you're leaving again
Making me a worse habit than i was to begin with,
If you think that you know me so well,
well cheers to you and to another farewell