I'm on a balcony, late at night.
The stars reflecting on the surface of my drink,
as I light another cigarette.

I don't know the time, but I don't care.
I don't know how many packs, but I don't care.
I don't know how many glasses, but I don't care.

The night is silent, but my thoughts are busy nonetheless.
My mind drifting off to you.
To times where you were still in my arms.

Yes, you.

As I pour another glass, I laugh.
You would have said: "There you go again, drowning your sorrow."
But it was the only way to take away the pain, still tormenting me to this day.

Yes, you.

Like a lightning bolt, striking my thoughts again.
Always there tormenting me with thoughts of you.
Or more, without you.