drifting in a lonesome silence of my kitchen
assentialy in silence that I love
oversweet my coffee,
oversmoked my lungs.
the cars flying softly in the night
I hear them breathing,
hear the song their rolling brings
and if you catch my thought
I'd prefer you here
searching for clues or glue or smth
matter-of-fuckly finding the capacity to love
itching for another fug
am I long for your arms?
the stars shining softly in the night
I hear them breathing,
hear the song their rolling brings
and if you catch my thought
I'd prefer you here