Traum Junge (Dream Boy)

◄SOBER►

You hate roller coaster rides,

You hate bitter melons,

You hate the smell of rain and spring,

You hate it when the phone rings,

You hate the sound of the doorbells,

You hate the smell of sweet potatoes,

You hate everything that was colored white,

Because it reminded you when you lost your first kite.

You hate small talks,

You hate the smell of barbeque,

You hate the biting cold of winter,

You hate being sober.

I never knew you hated it when you’re not high…

I thought I knew everything about you,

However, I was wrong; I was so wrong.

But then again, I’ve always thought you were strong.

That was until the dawn I found you,

Lying behind the kitchen island,

Bloodshot eyes with a hint of Coke and Mary Janes,

A sinister smile that would put the Joker to shame.