After hard night I have to wake up see the same view
from different window how it's possible a new tattoo
my skin is already marked flying angels above
throwing myself on the bed where we almost made love
after it cigarettes I want them to burn my soul
I won't be using for a while something not to control
it makes me drink it makes me cry and then I can't talk
about things which I wouldn't tell you know I'm not ok
I have no reasons for coming back to empty place
only cold walls voices but far for what I need space
to see that none is here and also none won't come
cause none doesn't care now this is my fucking home
when I'm trying to sleep I'm reminding myself a pulse
which was closing my eyes through a heart so I can abuse
it's really a shame a rhythm said already tomorrow
will be like this everyday I can't get just borrow
