smeared black ink
your palms are sweaty
and i'm barely listening
to last demands
i'm staring at the asphalt wondering
what's buried underneath where i am
[...]
a stranger with your door key
explaining that i am just visiting
and i am finally seeing
why i was the one worth leaving
why i was the one worth leaving
--
the postal service is love. ? miksi joku muu löytää aina paremmin sanat siihen, mitä minä tunnen. joskus se on niin kovin positiivista, joskus niin kovin negatiivista. positiivisinta ehkä se, että minä tunnen