a friend, a pen and little Tibet
a friend and i in the middle of quaint little Tibet it is rare to find it so quiet yet it is there that you'll find us a mess a friend and a beer and floating tissues from Tibet heads peaking out the railing phones buzzing but it won't get to our heads a friend and i meet two dreadful guys in little Tibet one of them likes sleepy women when they're near, and there's a long road ahead a friend, a pen, I'm doodling in little Tibet I'm drawing the only person with whom i can find rest and yes, we stay for hours and hours i guess there's no other place to be than little Tibet when you need a drink, a place to vent basque cheesecake as a side for your indie mint and though your friend may feel inhuman some hours spent in quaint places like our little Tibet means familiar people and familiar places means familiar company and familiar traces of who you are and always will be something you'll only find in sweet, quiet, intimate little Tibet. ~ ៷