The Third

the concert was good
and we took a taxi home
too bax full of music
i couldn't sleep on my own
why were u so worry?
i couldn't understand you
you said you'd be a gentleman
but did i really want you to

i saw you in the morning
but you were too sleepy to speak
i saw you in the evening
cut your hair and play my song

what about the third man?
will you meet me tomorrow?
will you still be my friend next week?
will you even remember me?