I can still taste that vanilla whiskey
I We used to drink back in our hometown.
My mind seems to be programmed
to wish find it in every drink
even if it’s just vodka-sprite.
I can still remember you how you draw that small sketch
for that blonde girl with porcelain-like doll face
and how I were wished my hair was lighter.
I have the photo of us in my wallet with ripped edges.
Your hand here on my arm, my eyes fixed on your
wide, white smile showing all your teeth accompanied by full pink lips.
Your empty room may slowly turn me into a psycho but
It’s messing with my mind.
Even you making a tea seems to be so boring
Although your theories about sugar are and sweetener
were making me scream inside.
But now you are there elsewhere laughing at someone else’s jokes
And cooking skills probably.
I feels so unlucky and not having seen new, truly great things
you must have achieved there
after you rearranged your life, which doesn’t was kind of drastic.
And I’m glad she’s making your days
bright, exciting and your heart know screams for more.
But insects in my stomach still wish I was blonde.
Every day I just think how that I’d love to spend some time
with lucky my friend who is so busy all the time.
Everything changed so fast and memories
are not enough when you stare at blank pages
of it the diary we’ve made together knowing
that nothing is else will be written in it.
I hope everything is alright,
I just miss you