Thek it and hang it
Here is where we split
Between Kurt Cobain and the suicide note
Here is where we split
Between the endless nights naked on the table in a nightclub and the long walk back home
Here is where we split
Between crying the soul out in the middle of the crowd and writing about what would happen if things had gone differently
Here is where we split
Between the gap of my teeth and your dirty shoelaces falling on the carpet
Here is where we split
Between the empathy for little wounds and the broken match that can light up the whole big street
Here is where we split
Between the day-after-beer on the kitchen counter and the late-night notes on the iPhone
Here is where we split
Between your pink dream milky skin and the half-burnt family photo album, I never thought it would be a thing that fucked up my neurons
Here is where we split
Between the memories ashes, and the parties that never existed in the very first place