my day in warsaw

Days are lonely in warsaw.
when your the first to arrive, thats little exchange students around.

Days are spend lazing on bed,
waiting for interesting people to be on msn,
or just praying kuba or bartek come and save me from this bordom.

Days are used to fantasize,
that which girls you are going to go after tonight,
which clubs you are going to patronise tonight,
and what are you going to drink tonight.

Days are spent reminiscing about home,
about what could have been.

Nights?

Nights are spent trying to stay sober,
conjuring excuses to refuse more drinks,
differentiating whether thats a guy or girl.

Nights are also best spent... sleeping.

Ahhhh.. Another day in Warsaw.