Gone

It seems so long ago that I lived in that building with you
Nowadays I sleep on the rooftop in the arms of insomnia
And wave at you in the morning
When you close the curtains

Ferris Wheel

I feel drunk and dizzy by the endless rides in your arms

Hung out to dry

I watch while you wash my clothes
You look young naked, you say
You hung me out to dry, I say