The elegance of an empty apartment
The waltz of handing over the keys
A dance like a trance
Your walkout was a farce
Your panties all over the stairway
But surprisingly much fits in a single suitcase
You came back with larger ones
Large enough to sit in them
I said, if you go away on such a sunny morning
You might as well take the whole Sun with you
But still that asshole shines
Raping with its rays when I can still taste you
They won't name cities or streets after me
But mothers will tell cautionary tales about you
They will name a disease after you
A lethal one, of which people die their mouth open
How funny life is
And when it rains you get wet
You came to get your last stuff
I was trying to get the final word
You leave a mark
Vultures make a nest in my heart
They come out between the syllables
When everything leaves you, seagulls will stay
There’s a right amount of depth between us
You leave a mark
I’m keeping my stubble
A stabbing arrowhead, as a memory
Like swallowing something sharp
Sunshine forces me to wake up to you
Me and Töölö, we are not like before
Now you are just funeral homes and seniors
We passed out on Mansku
For the last time we fit side by side
How funny life is
And when it rains you get wet
You came to get your last stuff
I was trying to get the final word
You leave a mark