Prague

Today I bought a phone for nineteen Euros I had my phone stolen, in Paris
You see, when I was drunk
The fact stops me feeling outraged

Rather I feel like a fool
I will admit it is a relief
Knowing I can call you again, if I want A small thing, as I rarely do this now But I was calmed
As I punched in your number
As I punched in your number Tomorrow I will be in Prague