I thought I could get over some old habits
I thought I wouldn't remember things of the past any more
I thought I could fool myself by saying
That these things of a life in two didn't leave a mark
I didn't think that I would miss so few words
Those simple ones, which we said before sleeping
The breakfast in bed in the morning, the casual talk
The kiss, then the coffee, the cigarette and the newspaper
The habits talk to me about things and facts of the past
I don't forget the happy afternoons with our friends
The end of a date, the crack of dawn
The comfort of the bed, the lights off
It's only with time that these things
Can be forgotten
Then I notice I'm alone, as I am now
And I breath in all the freedom someone can have
Suddenly, being free even makes me scared
It takes me too much to accept that I'm without you
How can I forget our habits
If I didn't even forgot you?