Crumbs of the past
Lost lacks of short stacks
How you made me fail to be your wife
And how silly it sounds, my very life
My only chance
and yet so many tries
So many streets
Resentments towards the treats
We're just a little bit too much human
or maybe not quite enough. Anachronic animals and space aliens.
And then you
And then you're new
Then gone so quick
Like a song
A busy week
Run run run,
Not even looking for any fun
Wait smile and stay awake
Cheers to no faith in fate.
