Sometimes, all i need, is just a little of you a little of your breath, i tink. I need a place, I don't know how Suffocating and hot, only for me. I smoke a cigarette & everything is okay Tomorrow i'll come back, trust me, seriously. We're Lost, Is horrible & irretrievable You're in my mind all of the time I know that's not enough, some things were meant to be. Its nice feel something for you, but is complicated too So, i let you go, be happy & don't tink about me.