I want to get drunk with you. Want you to be my drug.
Yeah, my new..."old" drug.
--> Soft smile on my mouth while I write that down.
I want to feel your warm embrace again..
And I often think about us.
Even if "us" doesn't exist anymore.
There's just me and an absolut vodka..
and you opposite us in this small dark room,
full of smoke and loneliness in every person.
What's about you?
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