Audience
We don’t have to be lovers, friends,
But say something unbelievable
Like „I’m crazy about you, girl!”
And you’ll still be my audience
Short of Breath
When I tell myself to let you go
I feel short of breath
Sky-high and underwater-low
Don’t ask me to forget
It’s crystal clear, I’ll fight for you
Not sure ’bout what’s to come
With discipline, like by an oath,
By feels and thought – say some
This Man
When someone asks:
„You’re in love with this man?”
I tell them „Yes!”
And „don’t ask me again”
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