I guess my space is Empty now
The words you said are empty air now
The place you occupied is empty
So empty so incomplete?
Or so indifferent is the scenery without your form
So indifferent
I met you last year
And wrote you into my picture book
The pages that I’ve drawn since then
Are cut open in today.
The words you said are empty air now
The place you occupied is empty
So empty so incomplete?
Or so indifferent is the scenery without your form
So indifferent
I met you last year
And wrote you into my picture book
The pages that I’ve drawn since then
Are cut open in today.