The moment I start missing you the most,
you go away somehow,
"Fell asleep, the day's been tough,
but I've remembered you enough!"
Oh, I'm so tired as well love,
All your pretty lies,
Cigarettes and weeds...
Confessing subconscious mysteries
I was there listening!
I am tired of staring at the phone,
"He is going to call you now, or maybe a voicenote...!"
and when I get nothing in return,
I dream 'bout you more than I should, just to stop crying,
I still crave for you though
I am tired of everything too,
Whether my nights were pale
or my days went by without your smell,
fixing and breaking my heart through the winding roads,
when I am walking all alone.
I've asked for too much then!
Wish I could hear you, saying it on my face...
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