Im hanging on a thin robe
And you are ,with your precision,
Centimeter after centimeter,
Pulling me out of ****.
I wanna stay a little longer
Maybe drink another coffee.
I wanna trust you all that i have
And give you all on a silver tray.
"Here! Take me!"
And you look and slowly
Take the tray.
Now you can put me on a night stand
And maybe think about me
Once a month.