Eldritch Anisette
Secondhanded
The remnants of your philosophy dusty space across the roomAt the diner where you laughed at me and I laughed tooFunny but I never got the absurdity Into a clearing where I hope you'll be waitingThough I know you won't beFeel like trapping myself blind I'd have given you a cigarette but you stopped smokingSaying something about the look of it all being so burnt-out Into a clearing where I hope you'll be waitingThough I know you won't beFeel like trapping myself blind The leaves are now scattered but the trees stand still andI remember the impression we madeUpon the blanket, on the grass Stepped out onto the sidewalk, hitting every crackTurning around again every now and then as if there's something thereOver the bridge though I probably faltered a minute longer than I should haveJust one minute longer on the second hand and I Came upon a bookstore, knowing if you were still around thatThis is where I'd find you, bought an old postcardSettled upon a beat-up, second-hand copy of The StrangerWish you were here.
From Letras Mania