I stand here
worring about 4g running out
and all the love messages I can't send
and all that
for a boy
who finds
                everything
I wear ugly
and compliments me as
a 40 years old lady
while I'm in my 20's

And that's on how lame I am

I want you
as the sun
wants the sunsets
and
as the songs
play in the clubs
that I'm hanging on

once in a while
our paths meet
then cross the line
and we don't speak
for weeks
no matter the time
the weather
the year
I will always come back
to our messy love
my dear

there  is         no      one
I  can  argue          with
about       silly     things
no one       to        laugh
while doing the dishes
no        one           to cry
about        the  weather
and the   not      so well
cooked chicken   wings.
There' s         no    o n e
I     have        no       one