Little Laure

sometimes i will text you “meet you at our coffee place” but then i will realise that you are not there anymore to meet me

all my friends are wasted
and i hate this club
man i drink too much
another friday night i wasted
my eyes are black and red
i’m crawling back to you babe

my intentions aren’t bad but they aren’t overly pure

so this is me
and one day i will die.
so when this day will come,
don’t say that you didn’t know
that i was in love with you
cos you perfectly knew
that i would had die for you.