I wanna take my guitar
And write a song
About how everything is so bizarre
And how things went so wrong
And how you left me like the ashes of your cigar
And how I learnt to get along
But I ain't no rockstar
I don't even have a love story to write about
And I don't even have a guitar

Nevermind
I'll be fine
Eventhough you left with no sign
Eventhoough I got used to the sound of you
Even if i'm feeling blue.

So many words in my mind
And yet
When we met
the only thing I could represent
was "silence"

I saw a flying feather on my way
and that made me wonder about the bird that lost it a moment ago
and it was touching the air so softly
or maybe it was the air that was making it dance so slow

Roses are red
The sea is full of tears
The voice of the dead drunk man,
on the edge of the world
Comes to my ears:
"Whiskey on the rocks!"
And he falls down
Such a sad paradox
Alive sea and the dead town
"Life is like a chocolate box"
But no matter what you take out
It always *****