"did i say that i need you?
did i say that i want you?
oh, if i did, then i'm a fool, you see,
no one knows this more than me."
it's been a long while since i saw you. oh no, do not worry, i'm not keeping count of the days and the hours and the minutes. i'm not psychotic.
i was merely reminded of you this morning, when i saw the second toothbrush in the cup. and when i sprayed my perfume on my neck, or when i grabbed my umbrella just before rushing out the door. of course, that song which played on the radio in the car brought me thoughts of you as well, but that's expected i guess. and when i arrived at work, it started to rain, which could've just been a coincidence. i smoked a cigarette after lunch and i unconsciously passed it to you, but there was no one there. that hardly means i'm obsessive, does it?
the day went by like the clouds, slow and beautiful. and when the darkness poured in, i was offered a drink. now, i agree i could have had any drink on the menu, but then, the waiter was looking down at me impatiently and everyone else had made up their minds, and i blurted out the name of your favourite drink, as if seeking out the most intuitive comfort in a distressing situation. but that was intuition's fault, not mine. i gathered my wits in time for the second drink. but then, you know how they say you shouldn't mix your drinks...? And so, unfortunately, i ended up being quite drunk on you.
i returned home, surprisingly, at 3am. as i washed the day's effort off my face, i couldn't help but smile when i saw the toothbrush standing there, silently laughing at me.
did i say that i want you?
oh, if i did, then i'm a fool, you see,
no one knows this more than me."
it's been a long while since i saw you. oh no, do not worry, i'm not keeping count of the days and the hours and the minutes. i'm not psychotic.
i was merely reminded of you this morning, when i saw the second toothbrush in the cup. and when i sprayed my perfume on my neck, or when i grabbed my umbrella just before rushing out the door. of course, that song which played on the radio in the car brought me thoughts of you as well, but that's expected i guess. and when i arrived at work, it started to rain, which could've just been a coincidence. i smoked a cigarette after lunch and i unconsciously passed it to you, but there was no one there. that hardly means i'm obsessive, does it?
the day went by like the clouds, slow and beautiful. and when the darkness poured in, i was offered a drink. now, i agree i could have had any drink on the menu, but then, the waiter was looking down at me impatiently and everyone else had made up their minds, and i blurted out the name of your favourite drink, as if seeking out the most intuitive comfort in a distressing situation. but that was intuition's fault, not mine. i gathered my wits in time for the second drink. but then, you know how they say you shouldn't mix your drinks...? And so, unfortunately, i ended up being quite drunk on you.
i returned home, surprisingly, at 3am. as i washed the day's effort off my face, i couldn't help but smile when i saw the toothbrush standing there, silently laughing at me.