very strange nights 
where i can’t go to sleep
and if i could i wouldnt want to
perhaps its this old sour coffee pouring in me
i keep feeling restless and at the same time very tired
feeling sorrow for endless nights of incessant effort 
not even dirty flowers could brighten up my night
ill just keep painting

very strange nights 

where i can’t go to sleep

and if i could i wouldnt want to

perhaps its this old sour coffee pouring in me

i keep feeling restless and at the same time very tired

feeling sorrow for endless nights of incessant effort 

not even dirty flowers could brighten up my night

ill just keep painting