Every time you don't speak a word.

I thought you know me all

The fact is that

I am self-righteous and foolish

Out of the window

The night neons are beautifully shining

cloaking the whole starry sky

Let me tease myself, with a bitter smile

If not the first time

you embraced me tightly from the behind

how come I figure that

our story will collect all the tenderness

If not on the street

Where you turned around and let me go off

How come I become so

so sober

No more excuses for you