I’m wide awake and I just stare
You’re dressing up, you’re leaving now.
You’ll fade away like midnight nightmare
I’ll sit, I’ll smoke, I’ll pray, I’ll shout.
When rising sun have lit my bedroom
I thought I still smelt your perfume
Distinctive scent we both called “retro”
Was telling me we’ve met too soon
My fingers yet could feel your body
Your touch, your kiss, your smell, your look
You were miss Monday, I liked Fridays
The story never read in books.
Tonight again I’ll wait you coming
Your weak excuse—I bet you’ve lied
This room should see us naked dancing
If even that is for last time.