ANDERS PARKER

I'll miss you in the month of may
When you shake your cold skies off
I'll miss the way you lift me up
And how you never stop
I'll miss the empty streets at night
When I'm walking home alone
I'll miss the food you fed to me
And how you turned me on

I'll miss your chaos endlessly
I'll miss those siren songs
I'll miss the music falling out
Of windows and of doors
But I will not miss your concrete soul
It's cracked and filled with hate
I could never melt your cold cold heart
So I leave you to your fate

I'd wish upon a northern star
But I cannot find it here
The light pollutes the evening sky
But I know the way from here