he said i'm the only one left
i wondered if he meant it and it he really wanted it but
there he was, i have no idea
how it all amounted to us hushing and shushing all over again
and i had a dream of you standing there
just like i had seen you before
i get paranoid but it happens often
i know it when i see you
blue t-shirt
dark jeans
and that look that creeps the fuck out of me
the dark, cold look, prevailing in a motionless figure that lives in your body
like a hologram, you are
nothing but a remaining bitter taste in the consciousness
of whomever i wanted to be before
i panicked in diagonal streets
then i panicked in the crowds
and now is the enemy sleeping in my bed or
is it just the demons you forgot to take home?