Prep

I'm drunk, but didn't drink a vodka.
I'm stoned, but didn't have a blunt.
I'm tired, but can not close my eyes.
I'm awake, but had too many tries.

What can I do this lonesome night?
No moon, no stars outdoor so bright.
No owl that says "good night" to me.
Lonesome I couch - no she - no he.

My phone's just quiet as every day.
No neighbour says: Hello!
Still a stranger here, where I now live,
No question to ask, no answer to give .

Thinking of you, I start to write.
See you too soon, or better not, right?
'Coz dangerous it'll always be.
You'll never join me for a tea.

Thinking of you, still writing I do.
Remembering the first boy, though.
He once played naively, so wild and free.
Long time ago, it now seems to me.

My little world changed - because of you.
Still an alien where I once grew
Will I leave to see you there again.
Will hurry up, will come by fast train.

Will I survive there, will I see?
My answers, my questions - will you agree?
Are you still glad to see me so soon?
Am hoping at least of an afar shiny moon.