Verse 1
I drink the black brew,
even though it’s not good,
like a homeless drifter,
roaming through the neighborhood.
Brushing teeth, I force myself,
spitting out the dark remains,
still not dressed by afternoon,
in my joggers, feeling plain.
Chorus
I think of you, even if it feels wrong
listening again to my favorite song
over and over again from dusk till dawn
I’m lost in the notes, that you’ve drawn
Since hours, I’m staring at my phone
Leaving nothing unturned, not a single stone,
I’m waiting for you to make a call,
Hoping to hear your voice through the fall.
Verse 2
Oh, I’m drifting in this chaos,
though I wanted to be neat,
ignoring all the advice,
that could help me find the keys.
I turn the music on loud,
it’s chasing away the clouds.
Amplify the noise that thrums inside
I don’t care, even if I lose my drive.
Verse 3
I wander through the city streets,
though they say it’s not so wise,
too dangerous, they warn me,
I’m seeking the midnight sky.
Playing through the night again,
while I should be doing more,
leaving tasks and calls behind,
like bats avoiding the light’s roar.
Bridge
Not rich, nor a perfect life,
just the hustle, daily strife.
Dreaming of the artist’s way,
while my sketches fade away.
Eating junk, too lazy to cook,
throwing out the green rottens
Putting a frozen pizza in the oven,
Counting coins as I’m broke again
Verse 4
I know how to ruin a life,
tended to destructive souls,
they say I’ve brought them down,
but I’m just lost in my strolls.
I can be quite positive, too,
when I’m not feeling low,
I know where to find the joy,
but I choose to take it slow.
Verse 5
It’s freaking cold outside,
I’d rather have a warm shower tonight.
An unmade bed with scattered dreams,
A pack of tissues for all the tears.
They’re like guardians, soft and true,
Whispering comfort as the night ensues.
They keep an eye over the blues.
And here for wiping away the hues.
Outro
I’m celebrating the chill,
Letting all the worries spill.
Nothing matters than thoughts of you
I soak the brush in your ink’s blues
wasting too much time in front of the screen,
Drawn to the blue light’s glow scenes.
Let’s drink mojito from all this lime juice
Painting a canvas with colors that we choose.
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