you, a simple pronoun
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your name in my mouth
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you took me and you are taking me to where?
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growing old without you, getting upset with the world
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take me to the pharmacy, some water
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I am with you that I am healthy
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since you are not there, I am not doing anything either
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I missed you so much
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we are one body, others are tails
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I write to you with my fingers
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hating the phone, longing for sms
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connecting waves, winds, clouds
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transfer the words in print
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The movie won't start ours
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yes, until now, it was only mine, or yours
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it seemed obvious
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when we grow old, we will say that ours was a bomb
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She fills me with adrenaline
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I think she's half Armenian
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She helps me find meaning in
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This life and everything
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I text her every night
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What's next, we're taking flight
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I know it's cliché, but she just might
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Make everything alright
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I blink hard when she winks
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I think twice now before I drink
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She's been the missing link
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Deep into love I sink
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Deep into love I sink
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Deep, deep, deep...
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Deep into love I sink
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Deep, deep, deep...
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and we pull each other
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like the apple and the snake
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like' stomach and ulcer
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like the grass and the rake
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we are always with each other
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like feast and drink
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as a poet and a writer
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as a department and manager
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we depend on each other
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like a fish and a hook
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like the spider and the wall
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magnet and iron
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like' letters that become sms
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that I am writing and telling you a lot
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you, 2 letters, but you and I already have four
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like the avengers, we are worthless
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how the cloud and the rain will never become
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that separate from each other
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quick wipe right now
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I will take you to the cinema and red roses
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that I have already harvested, they will lie under your feet
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we will lie under the grass under this old tree
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always together like drops in the sea |