Misty

Oh my love is here to make me alone
It's like some kind of violence
That's killing me slowly
All my memories reflect through the void
They got nothing to do and
Just sitting on sofa

Henry Charles Bukowski was drinking too much
When he writes something he was using his typewriter
I never met him but I think I can be his friend
If I make a film about my life
Who do you think will be us
And which part will you film?

When I walk I look up to
The windows that somebody lives
There's a bar I used to go
Hope it's the same
Shoulders with that small tattoo
Water's that I bought for you
The bench that we sat and smoked

Misty things are all around of me
Misty things are all around of me

My father Scott told me he thought he would die
Before thirty and one day woke up and he was sixty
I only meet him once in a year
Oh I guess I have to change how I live
But I don't wanna accept it
I don't wanna accept it

Right next from the bakery
The middle of the hill rows my home
I can see when the sun comes up
Through my room
You only worn glasses when you're home
Cereals that we always liked
I dropped some things and floor

Misty things are all around of me
Tokyo's a place born just like you and me

Misty things are all around of me
Misty things are all around of me