“I still have cigarettes to smoke at

your window

and moments on your pillow”.

That’s what you told me in a message,

but it was not truth.

I know you won’t fall in love

that I’m just a distraction for you

that you’ll just lick your wounds

and when your wing heals, you’ll will fly.

Like a lover-friend you are being

even though you say another thing.

You love at night,

but you hide me in the daytime.

It took at least 40 songs in the car

to kiss each other for the first time

to bare our soul under the kitchen light

and to dance in the night.

And I’m here, scared of your fear.

Your coldness sometimes throws me off.

I feel it’s like a rationed love.

I know you won’t fall in love

that I’m just a distraction for you

that you’ll just lick your wounds

and when your wing heals, you’ll will fly.

It took at least 40 songs in the car

to kiss each other for the first time

to bare our soul under the kitchen light

and to dance in the night.

And looking for a way

not no chase you away

everything has broken.

Because you believe in god

and I’m too old.

That’s what you told me, in this time..

it was true.