Morning!

Life is but a beatiful empty box, i cared for myself, it meaned something, i couldn't tell you because there is no more for me to say, in the bottom of the bottle i loved you as my only way out.

Tomorrow we wish for more wine, it's over for tonight, ain't the last, no coins can hold this thirst, i can see your words striking the wall, but there are no more wounds open, it's a hit, a kill, if not, keep calling, nobody on the line though, nothing shallow to say, so late, going to bed with this deadlines on my back, hanging on, like a telegraph in stone, soon to be broken down to hide you the truth.