Lato jest zdecydownie zbyt niełaskawe dla mnie.

'Random piece of junk, about my dear friend I wrote on the ticket when he was sleeping'

JW, you read my mind, you make those funny faces when I'm feeling sad

You bring me coffee to bed 

and sing 'Space Oddity' on streets

You always sing those songs we know so well with such bad voice, it makes me want  to

cry and laugh and join you

You make me guess what song are you playing now on your guitar

it makes me feel bad that I can't join you with my bass

You're as lost as I am and makes me feel

less

lost 

You wanted to see that Bowie's exhibition with me and randomly hugged me between Thin White Duke's and Ziggy's costume

You don't talk much, but when you do you have so much to say

Sometimes you just  watch me taking photos of broken beer bottles

and everything that I will call

art

and

maybe smile a bit

and make those jokes about 'Terrible lie' which sounds like 'Caroline'

and even though you're not 25 I want to waste time with you

and belgian beer in goth/rock/punk bars

and I don't know why, but I could just spend a whole week

with you

so we can just stay in and laugh at the air 

with curtains on the window, without the daylight at all

cause we're rockers, right?

JW, I summered well

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NpYJH5MPnDI