Jonathan
I want to think that I want to be lovedThe indigo light from the oil lamp I found on the beachAt the endOnce more, I'll buy the light in secretThe headache I've had in your arms since morning is ironyAt the end
I want to. Say it.I'm opening. I want to make the most of nowBecause in time it'll endLooking cynical, pointlesslyAre you inviting me? Surely not.Bye bye, I'll become a bird from now onIt's true, Jonathan. I'll carry the light,And fly away at any time butAlreadySomehow you overlook me.
I can't anymore, I kept thinking.The oil lamp I found on the beach isRusting in the trunk
He isn't looking at anything
Those kinds of words floating up is a vanished ironyIt's the end
I want to. Say it.I'm opening. I want to make the most of nowBecause in time it'll endLooking cynical, pointlesslyAre you inviting me? Surely not.Bye bye, I'll become a bird from now onIt's true, Jonathan. I'll carry the light,And fly away at any time butAlready
Somehow you overlook meAnd leave, you who can't flyHow many times, did you say it was the endIt's now, I say. I'm here.
That's not trueIt's me, and it's youThis is the way it should be, I keep sayingWhy am I crying, I wonder.