the night was quiet
she stands by her window
peering out to the lack of view
just a few street lights
their reflections glow in the puddles
it had been raining all day
Her favorite kind of day
A little gloomy
tons of mystery
nothing very clear
nothing is ever clear

She's suddenly pissed
What the fuck?
is this it?
it is isn't it?
Seriously?
damn.

She lights up a smoke,
breaths in the poison
and trys to relax
She takes some old coffee from the machine and heats it in the microwave
There's a bag of chocolate riesens under a chair
she reaches for it and finds her favorite black stilettos she's been looking for
Son of a bitch

She goes back to the window
Wishes there was somthing more to look at
just these three street lights
At least they have each other
But what if they don't want each other?
She doesn't want anyone
yet the loneliness is lethal for her well being
who says she has to be well?
her thoughts are interrupted by the microwave ringing

Coffee's ready
no sugar
no cream
damn.

She takes a chocolate and lets it met in her mouth
mmmm
takes a drag on the menthol,
gets a little closer to where she wants to be
sips the coffee...
rough...
ugh...

Damn these street lights