Your departure brought the wind and I get catastrophes.
Now I have a hole in my chest
And leaks in the eyes.
You chose to withered flowers
And funerals in the stomach for each dead butterfly
With each step of distance.
They have sunk in tears airports,
Flights have been broken,
He has fucked up everything he had as a shared address.
Something of yours,
something of mine.
And we saw it coming from the beginning
And we still did not put on the lifejacket.
How much we always liked the risk
And look at us now, my love,
Walking on their knees,
Living below ground.
Everything was fucked up when we started to not noticing of our absence instead of missing each other.