stay out of trouble

I walked around for hours, two ten pence pieces in my hand.
I was alone and freezing, still trying hard to understand you.
I left the others knowing I had to work this by myself.
But now the feeling's growing, I would be better off with their help.
So baby, what we've got has lately, not been enough.
I wish I had your scarf still, that once embraced, and kept me warm.
I wish you could be with me, in these last days when I am still hopelessly poor.
Stay out of trouble, stay in touch. Try not to think about me too much.