Bodi Bill Three Is A Crowd
my eyes are hurting from the sweat
of the other night we were raving at
the club. at dawn it’s scream and shout.
my ears are drums. it’s noisy inside out.
when I was running back to you
my clouds would start ascending, too.
and in the night when I was running still
they came so close we almost touched the hill.
we drank a lot of planters punch
but it still seems not enough
why don’t we crash at your bedroom
I lit all your cigarettes
and we were dancing just like friends
why don’t we try to forget that
I dried all your silly tears
he is gone and I am here now
(why) won’t you chear up a bit
