i'll take this silence
to a deserted island
and i'll make it grow

i'll change clothes
and i'll go
and i'll write poems
and noone will know

i'll leave behind my mp3's
long walks
that freeze
while sweating

no more waiting
while coffee burns
confident lips

my life is a party
where noone brought chips
but everyone brought dip
and everyone has a cup
with warm vodka
and a toast

as i wonder which exgirlfriend
hates me the most
because that's the one i'll always call
when my veins pump alcohol