And as i came across the room
i felt the loneliness cross my body
like the weakness of a flu.
i couldn't imagine anything but you.Morning sun, good morning son
that's what my father said,
i still think about you, but you're dead
i don't wash off my makeup, i don't care
getting bored of myself, i cut my hair.Bathroom mat,
talking to my cat, like he could chat.
taking a shower in our new flat
and just like that
i was in my habitatMeditating and taking
pills of lust and regret
as i stand across from you
i felt a different shade of blue
than what you felt, once too
2 weeks, time flies
reaching down my underwear
like in search of butterflies.You don't trust but thrust in me.
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