Poésie

I can't believe the life I've lived On the wrong side of a plane I can't believe the love I've lived That's rusting in the rain No one really has to say it I'm not trying to downplay it Throw the whole damn thing away It doesn't seem to matter But I'll think of you in scary moments In the dark when I'm undone And in my seconds in the sun And when I missed someone else's greeting I'll see you when I wet my hair Or when I'm reading Baudelaire And when les fleurs spill everywhere I'll kiss you through the pages Maybe when I've done the deed And maybe when I'm smoking weed Or listening to Lou Reed and wishing I was underground I hate hellos that say goodbye I really tried to turn your eye So let us go then, you and I