Meek now, the night subsiding br We hunch our shoulders against the cold br And troop more than traipse home. br br Coffee because its too late to sleep br Cigarettes because we're too sick to eat. br And always talking, like breathing, loud. br br Waiting the night out, laughing fatigued br And slumped, shoes kicked off on the floor. br Holding to things irritrievable. br The whole world awake, past the door.