To Ele.

It happens sometimes that i miss someone
from a very short meeting expecting nothing
it occures at this moment that she is the one
and at this point i feel dry and quite boring

« She’s the one » i said, belonging to this crossroad
The world could end then it would not really matter
in a way for a few seconds i’ve to say i loved her
Listening dialogs like sounds and rythms, odd.

Then the end often comes, with all kind of wishes
We were almost heroes of our very own stories
Each of us has to go back to a certain kind of reality
She’s the one then at the end nobody’s guilty.

Tomorrow, back to work, doing shit to earn some cash
One day i hope i would make it out to feel happy
She’s the one that bring me the force through reality
It would be nice when it could help to not collapse

When i had to quit you told me « you’re so wierd »
You gave me for the bad times coming many words to read
« Slap me in the face » i said, i ask for no mercy
At last i just received a good old shot in the belly

I’ve fixed you in time now down to the office
No one is the one here, i’m ready for the service
People around will probably ask why i’m freaky
When i come into the void they all look so empty.