Morphine, drama, music and a cup of coffe

Don't let our time fly away, or melt through your fingers, I wish we could stay in 11 p.m. forever, I wouldn't mind. Your cold hands, could they hold me tighter? This dark dizzy merry-go-round is scaring me. I wish you could see it, I wish you could understand. I wish I could taste some of infinity, I wish I could get dizzy with you, I wish I could have a moment when the time wouldn't matter, a glass of water and a pain killer.

Walking after you.