I miss you  
I know it's impossible  
the day you left is still in my mind  
I want to run for the last time  
my hand are cold  
get back here now  
you should touch me now  
my heart is a loss 
how do these inflammatory minds build up? 
birds up in the sky  
sunday it is, and a wee bit scorching 
I did not want to feel like this while holding his hands and kissing his groin  
Damien Rice rings, shaky hands, smoking cigarettes 
I ran till I tore my socks 
I watched you leave 
my heart can not accept