Should we call it lucky? Or unfortunate You met me when I am happy and drunk The perfect timing when I showed my wildness And my living-in-the-moment side So, then you start the game The good old chasing kind Straightforward, butter me up Calls in the middle of the night You saw the spark in my eyes So, then you came to take the light out of it Didn’t you? I thought you’d take all the versions of me Not just the twirling-in-the-rain -at-2am-by-the-seaside You want to know about my twisted past So, that I’ll be all miss sunshine And stop smoking day and night You smirk with confidence and speak in certainty And said you’ll catch me when I fall But in the end, you left Only my cigarettes stayed I didn’t cry at all I saw it coming two months ago Should we call it? Should we say our goodbyes? I mean You’ve mentioned it like thirteen times The same old fights over the same old reasons You talk like a saint But shout like a psychopath So, as the days go by I started talking to a child You know my joy in poetry But to you, I write without simile You saw the tolerance in me So, then you came to max it out Didn’t you? I thought you’d take all the versions of me Not just the twirling-in-the-rain -at-2am-by-the-seaside You want to know about my twisted past So, that I’ll be all miss sunshine And stop smoking day and night You smirk with confidence and speak in certainty And said you’ll catch me when I fall But in the end, you left Only my cigarettes stayed I didn’t cry at all I saw it coming two months ago