One week later I come back to an empty apartment Silent and lonely There is nothing here that is my own because Everything comes with a memory A tiny little needle to remind me That it is only stupid To hope for beautiful things Dreaming is for people Without a sense of reality
Every time you fall The fall will be longer And the impact harder Four years later I learned this We say nothing is certain But I feel like it will end like this In an apartment filled with things Yet utterly and devastatingly empty And I will walk through the rooms looking for you But finding only shadows