and life has changed...
and coffee got cold
and i had no words to explain.
to you.
to myself.
and i was asking you: let me be, please.
and then i was searching for you
in hope that i could hold you in my arms for a bit more
'cause you had me in your palms anyway.
and you kept telling me to fight.
what a stupid cliché.
and i, as the naive that i was
i listened.
and you, as the lunatic you were,
you were the force i was fighting with.
what should i understand, then?
i
have
no
air