Please tell me,
there is something,
that is better than this.
Please tell me that we are more than just a goodbye kiss.
And with the disconnected winds,
I feel disconnected with the rest.
I’m in my tip top shape,
even though I’m having a mid life crisis.
Blowing out smoke,
in the thick of an iris.
But I guess it’s better than the rest.
Late night talks.
Late night talks.
I feel disconnected like the rest.
I feel connected to the beating in my chest.
I feel like appealing to the best.
I feel reassured and even more less.
I feel sure I can’t stand the test.
I feel like I’m appealing to the best.
They told me that this is something to see.
Even though I feel discounted to the disconnected winter winds,
but I feel better than the rest.
Hungry eyes,
in the midst of your iris.
I feel like I’m swallowed whole,
but I guess I’m better off than the rest.
