Sorry for calling you this late I’m a bit drunk but my mind is clear Now I’m calling you, calling you Although you’re not answering Like your coloring that still hasn’t changed My feelings are still the same too Now I’m calling you, calling you I’m calling you
I’m quietly looking at you At your turned back My hands reach out to hold onto you But my feet are frozen My misery holds onto my ankles My eyes on you are shouting out
Cigarette butts stack up in the ash tray Staring at a blank wall Messing up my empty stomach with whiskey Hoping that it’ll blur my mind even more The faraway memories are getting clearer And I’m trying to press down on it however I can You’re probably fast asleep right now I wish you will […]