Nobody whispers goodnight.
Nobody cares, and nobody tries.
All I want is the sound of words. But no words.
A melody of flattering and flirtations. But none.
This winter is weird. No home, just blow.
Cigarettes. Smoke flies all over in my mind.
Thinking twice, no conscience, cautiousness, hoping that someone.
Come and make it right.
Private parties and smocking exctasy. This is it. Good sense and more. Through eyes and stupid words, everyone get sucked. Me and you in a future spiral. the world doesn't agree. I'd like to, but reason is better than heart, even if it hurts. Words of wisdom. Want surprises. Ready for these. In my mission, doesn't cry. Bear. Leaves things to change on their time. Heart attack.
Silent. A thorn into my side.
= Give it back.
