barcelona pt 1

three days on the couch drinking
and i took that plane to meet you up in barcelona
three hours with the seat belts fastened
it took me all i had,

took the metro,
you wouldnt tell me your address,
but i had to see you,
took a nap
at the benches of miros park

i had fifty euros and nowhere to go
i had fifty euros and all the courage in the world
but you were sorry
and busy

sixteen hour bus ride home
with the tickets you bought me
sixteen hour bus ride home
limping back with nothing to say