The Couple on the Street

He was pulling deep
 on his cigarette
 Billows of smoke
 pouring out of him
 Like a firefighter
 hit by a torpedo
 Before the fire
 reached the hold
 She was hanging on to him
 Like he was a raft
 We both agreed, we'd never be
 The couple on the street
 We were so rosy-cheeked
 And fresh and horny
 On our way to the movies
 When you told me for the first time
 That you loved me,
 and I knew that you loved me
 And it was like we were together
 In another life
 We never parted and love never died
 Although I don't really
 Buy that stuff, today I'll believe
 You and me, well never be
 The couple on the street
 Like a still life
 of our worst fears
 Like the seven years
 of a broken mirror
 I love you so much
 Won't you tell me please
 We'll never be
 The couple on the street
 (Okay, okay, it's one year later
 I still don't have an ending
 The inspiration left
 I guess we'll never be
 The couple on the street
 End of story)