Oh well, you've got me under your spell and I don't think that I'm kidding around.
I don't think I can forget you now. I once sat up on my roof and examined the planning of my town.
I saw the structured grid and pavement cutting through grass and I remembered the cold of winter running up the legs of my pants.
I picked the nicest lawn and imagined the two of us rolling around down along the ground.
I saw myself touch your face and I noticed jets begin to race above our heads.
But I pinched my arm and remembered how much you hate me.
I remembered the fact that I can't see what you need and I'm too stupid to be aware of the beauty that you give this place and how shitty this town would seem without you in it.
