200km

200km car ride away

It's to hard to write about love,
So i just listen to sad songs and cry

It's not even a sad story.

So why am i so sad?

Maybe because it's not love,
It's more like profound friendship

The record spins to it's end
No more music, no more rhythm, no more sound
The last tracks should mark the end
But there is an other side to it.

200km car ride away

and you're still worst than this cigarette
trying to fill this emptiness
keep lighting them up.

I looked away
tried new things
but every time it flops i could
run
those 200km
right back into your arms.

and your arms are always wide open

you're not waiting for me to spread open,
To remind you of my nymphomania
To express my affection disorder

You just smile like you knew I was never really gone
Seems like I'll never really be gone.