распластаны по местам там где ты
ну и я
от них у меня вечный бокал в руке
головная боль и мокрые глаза
и трудно дышать
в основном,
из-за тебя
life consists of many little things
that are scattered 'round places
where are you
and where's me
thinking of them makes me want to
drink wine
like it's a cure for wet eyes
like it's ok to not want to wake up
like it's ok if breathing is hard
and life feels like something unknown
and strange and too new
mainly
because of you