Benjamin Whishaw Smiled

Walking down West 4th Street By Jones Street, the kink store, and Dylan's flat That's where he lived when he wrote Freewheelin' That's where he told us, "I Shall Be Free" Suze made the picture But the picture made Suze mad Just then I noticed The Gaslight was boarded Not here for the music, I was chosen for the serving That's when I saw him and my happiness was hoarded Hamlet is sitting there because he can afford it Smiling through the window But the window was like a fortress I looked away and I said, "Nice to see you again." Last time we met I blacked out with him It's all in my head, but I know what I saw The smile of Benjamin Whishaw He smiled and he said, "Nice to see you again." Let's share this one cigarette and go in I never found love when I lived in London But I saw you walking by and you might be him I wrote about the government, I wrote about the bars I wrote about the poppers and of talking in my car But he appeared in those movies, so beautiful and used Louis, I am anxious, does he even like my music? Does he care that I've been drinking? Does he care that I am high? Does it matter I'm hungover? Or my skin is looking dry? Does he care about the scar I have that nearly took my life? I guess he took my shirt off, so he probably doesn't mind Be gentle when you see me, keep coming when I call Keep breathing on my shoulder, and keep caring when I fall