I'm bursting up from the inside
Growing up into the street lights,
Flying high on empty feelings,
Rising up to meet the greetings.

You met me, I had your number,
I wore shorts, you smelled like trouble,
Never knew I needed someone,
At the end, I was your no-one.

You come up, I'll meet you downstairs
You relax, I'll fold the armchairs
Don't you breathe, I'm losing air,
I ring you up, you ring my bell.

Let's go out, you look so sleepy,
I dress up, you're going creepy,
Don't wait up, I'll make the breakfast;
Smell it up, I'm out the door.

Seen it all under my low-lit
Crashing house, under your post-it
That you left after the break-up,
Let's keep in touch until the re-up.

You black-out in lonely love-cribs,
I space-out from folding payslips;
Needed more than just a cut-scene
From the door to our love scene.

Holding up, while I push the ceilling,
Looking blank, I know the feeling,
I'll be angry, you go do your time.
I let you go, you were never mine.