I sit in this corner,
Acting like I’m a dreamer.
I pluck the strings of this guitar,
While holding a cigar.

Slowly, dreams are fading away,
You’re taking them astray.
I can’t find the words for this song,
Though what I’m feeling is so strong.

I’m staring at the window,
Waiting for your shadow.
I drank a bottle of wine,
To make my feelings fine.

I lie on the floor,
I can’t take it anymore.
My mind is with this sad predicament,
And I can’t amend.

I’m feeling cold,
I can’t find my jacket to put on.
The room is dim,
As lonely as it seemed.

I light another cigarette,
I had another ticket.
Winds blew up my curtain,
It added up to the pain.

I saw a star shining so bright,
I hold on to my guitar so tight.
I wipe a single tear,
And pulled the guitar near.

I strummed the strings,
I remember three things.
The guitar, the cigarette and you,
Vices that I am into.

I wish you were a guitar,
So that I can hug you.
I wish you were a cigar,
So that I can put my lips on you.

Too bad it’s you I can’t own.
The battle is over, you won.
I can’t get over,
I’ll be addicted to you forever.

february 9, 2007