Last night I deleted all your text messages.
It even asked me if I was sure that I wanted to delete them all.
A little box with a shiny trashcan dancing around in it appeared on my screen, it was not only ready to eat up all your messages it also seemed to be smiling.
I told it I was sure, and it ate them all up like pieces of garbage.
For a moment I wished I had one in my brain that could eat up all my memories of you.
Three times a day since we broke up, I have been sitting at that coffee place we used to hang out.
I watch people coming there in the morning right before they have leave for work, and again when they go back during their lunch break.
You never show up there anymore, I wonder if you drink your coffee someplace else.
Someplace where you also order yourself a caffè latte, and sit at the table with the guy you find kinda cute.
The two of you have a lot in common, at first he doesn’t talk much but the guy eventually loosens up and begins talking to you and tells you all that he is.
You suck his soul out with those bright blue eyes, like a sponge.
And when you get back home you drench his soul into a jar, and then put label on it with his name.
You place his jar on top of a cabinet in your living room with all the other men.
It even asked me if I was sure that I wanted to delete them all.
A little box with a shiny trashcan dancing around in it appeared on my screen, it was not only ready to eat up all your messages it also seemed to be smiling.
I told it I was sure, and it ate them all up like pieces of garbage.
For a moment I wished I had one in my brain that could eat up all my memories of you.
Three times a day since we broke up, I have been sitting at that coffee place we used to hang out.
I watch people coming there in the morning right before they have leave for work, and again when they go back during their lunch break.
You never show up there anymore, I wonder if you drink your coffee someplace else.
Someplace where you also order yourself a caffè latte, and sit at the table with the guy you find kinda cute.
The two of you have a lot in common, at first he doesn’t talk much but the guy eventually loosens up and begins talking to you and tells you all that he is.
You suck his soul out with those bright blue eyes, like a sponge.
And when you get back home you drench his soul into a jar, and then put label on it with his name.
You place his jar on top of a cabinet in your living room with all the other men.
