BKI 888

Everything black when I’m staring
Nicotine taste still in my mouth
A sigh surging out of my soul
Trying to let go

Café Leggero through my throat
Looking down at the Nokia like he’s guilty
Cracking my fingers, thinking about his ones turning
Trying to exile it out of my body

What a great feeling, love
Tormenting day en night
The fear of insecurity
But I’m guilty of the plead myself

2004