Two weeks
You left one day ago and I can’t wait
it’s still two weeks to go and nothing happens
so I decided to write down my feelings on this paper
a light anaesthetic to mitigate my thirst
You left one day ago and I don’t avoid the memories
I miss your voice when I’m silent
and I decided to try and feel a bit better
if only time passes by with this song
Chorus
She’s miles away now
she may be by the sea now
and I’m alone in my room
smelling the scent she left behind
her skin when she goes away
the blanket that will cover us
when these weeks will be over and you’ll be back here
You left one day ago and I can’t wait
it’s still two weeks to go and nothing happens
so I decided to write down my feelings on this paper
a light anaesthetic to mitigate my thirst
Chorus
She’s miles away now
she may be by the sea now
and I’m alone in my room
smelling the scent she left behind
her skin when she goes away
the blanket that will cover us
when these weeks will be over and you’ll be back here
when these weeks will be over and you’ll be back here
“If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.” ― Terry Pratchett.