on friday you said you love me,
on saturday you ignored me
plans were made up,
minds too
you were drunk,
but i wasn´t
your head was clear,
but mine wasn´t
keeping me online,
but phoning with others
"stone cold, stone cold, you see me standing,
but i´m dying on the floor"
it´s a thing.
between two lips,
a kiss i got from you
the taste of longing,
the taste of you.