A glass is for aged red wine, it's my favourite...
A plate is for smoked salmon, still left slightly...
I’m kind a loss. The fall betrays me.
My thoughts are faded and obscured...
Hello,
Where’s the music gone...
You don't ever miss me
Like I miss you...
Drunken blur and pastel skies
Faded in your silly lies...
All by himself the heart it did sit,
Waiting for the fire within to be lit...
I wasn’t interested in more;
In fact, I thought you were kind of a bore...
Living lies
Live in lies...
“He tells me he’s never leaving this house...
Like an old recurring memory
Like a feeling that was meant to be...
I turned my ringer off.
So now...
It was midday
When I showed up at your steps...