Wow, two years, I still feel you everyday, your beautiful face framed in dark hair and glasses. I thought about you strongly the other day, for obvious reasons. Where are we? Gone, darkened, the breath left and I looked over my shoulder one last time. Francis place, the balcony with all your plants you loved to take care of, my life a thousand years ago. Sitting in Minkis, the passenger side radiator leaked all over my feet, driving around a city that was foreign, Namos.....sitting at Norms every Friday. How you loved me when I was in bad place,
I know when your home
I was thinking about you
their was something i forgot to say
they were playing our song
crying on a saturday night
you go viscously, quietly away
so lonely without you.
I wish you would just leave
your presence still lingers...
Fuck this place, there's no one here but us mice anyway.
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