It seems I'm still thinking of you
it became usual for me to come back there
it's tight here, I'm looking for a noisy place
where I can hug some strangers But it does not work, it does not help
I'm slipping again, I want to be with you
and I go to sleep really drunk
an empty glass full of just ice
I wake up like that - with last night's black clothes on,
door opened and closed curtains
I can't remember anything again,
smudged make-up and dry lips
tell how last night I wondered where you were
I'll always think about you, as it seems
I fool myself with different people
I don't speak and don't listen anymore
I have a pleasant evening then I go
I wake up early and it's late outside
In this room there is no day and there is no night
and I go to sleep really drunk again,
recklessly, but you're in me
arvindh99