I heard you.
I hear you.
I call you.
I miss you.
I kiss you.
I feel you.
I hear you.
I hear you.
I hear you.
Pass the midnight. Im waiting for you to come back there is like six hours, smoking cigars like a dog. One go by the other, listening to some bullshit in the radio looking to the sun dying outside my window. Our window.
you seem unnecessary, unsure, unsecured, unaffected.
You open the door, you look to me. Your look to me is spinning through my head, i scratch my hair, i dont look at you.
i feel you. I feel you look at me. i feel you say. i feel you say something that you dont even said but i know you would if you could, maybe you even should.
but you dont. you dont say a word. you dont do a thing.
Not even a single thing.
By the time i already had gone used to how was live with you.
mr. brownstone was every were. i was nowhere to be found. i was sinking. i was popping. i was crying. i was dying. i was loving.
You were part of my crazy world. You had become part of my divine abductive reality.
based in exchanging the days of my life for four minutes of pleasure
i am gonna end with everything.
