call me.

last night was bad

you spoke to me

-call me-

was what you said

call me,

when bad things happen

mea maxima culpa

was what seneca told,

but I don't know

how anyone

could be blamed for this

last night

it was bad

like all of my demons

just came over and

kissed my mind goodbye

they uncover me

until I'm totally naked

and that's why

I don't like all of this red

lines on my skin

-demons were kissing me-

last night you called me,

but I was already naked,

adding new lines to my skin

it was bad

when you called'n

when we hung up again

so

my flatmate was going out and

he's taking those pills

I know,

there is other stuff

to take your pain away,

but I'm not a smoker

I have to call you

when it's getting bad again,

but my demons told me

no

I won't call anyone, anything

no

never

my flatmate

he had those pills

left alone in our room

so it was just me

and them

for hours

me and them

and

so much kisses

today I woke up

at the evening

red lines and drugs all over me

covering like a blanket

now I want to call you

mea maxima culpa,

cause I can't blame anything

for going crazy

but last night,

you know,

as we hung up

I just should have called you back