The train to Berlin was quiet, with headphones in my ears. “when was the last time” makes it hard to fight the tears. You should be here, that’s all that I wish. Because it’s going to be you, that I miss.
Do you remember every word, before I left, that you said. I would have given it up and stayed, rather than feel this dead. But I’m here and you’re not. My lungs don’t work, and my nerves are shot.
I’m shaking from the sun. It follows in to the night. A corps would be more fun. At least he’d feel alright. But it’s not your problem, not any more. Isn’t that what that last text was for?
So just remember for the third time, when you realize your life’s crime.
Your self inflicted wound, has wounded not just you. But me too.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. The third time. Your self inflected wound, has wounded not just you. But me too.
Goodbye Hamburg. Goodbye my love.
Goodbye Hamburg. Goodbye my love.
Sept 26 2011
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