two lights in the sky
two lights in the sky,
and a mellow cry
of a lover who died;
unintentionally lied.
why do i always make up scenarios inside my head?
can’t i just deal with the fact that she is dead?
okay, she now dances on somebody else’s mind,
but still i suffer, ‘cause to this day, i think that’s she’s one of a kind.
two lights in the sky,
and a mellow sigh
of a lover she lied to.
i wonder if she cried too.
eyes open; a bottle of wine a friend.
who else will stick by me to the very fucking end?
i mean, i’m not insisting, but if she made up her mind,
i wouldn’t suffer half as much, and wouldn’t have to look behind
no more.
©LukaKorba
With love,
Luka.