my answering machine

There’s too much people outside despite the
winter laughing at us
if there is a sun it doesn’t shine enough and
i like the light so it’s kinda sad

is it going that bad in the world or
is it me who is paranoid?
maybe it’s because you left me that
my life seems so sad or maybe it’s
because of my answering machine there’s
nothing on the tape
there are snow-ploughs on the streets they will
put the snow elsewhere but they will be
disapointed because it won’t make it any hotter
yesterday i met an homeless man he
told me something funny he said that
life is short but it’s too long sometimes maybe it’s
because of my answering machine there’s
nothing on the tape

i never told him “i love you” i’ve always
add something after it that’s
how we see if we are in love don’t you think
“i love you a lot” sounds less true?
maybe it snows maybe it rains the
winter has a personnality disorder it’s
just like me it’s as afraid as i am so
maybe winter could be my friend?
well love and death and everything
those are questions too complex for me and
anyway the only thing the
whole world want to know is
“how much is it?”
if i don’t feel like hanging out with you it’s
not because i don’t like your stories it’s just that
i am a little bit jealous of your happiness but
i will wake up tomorrow morning and
the sun will be back again so maybe i will forget my
fucking answering machine and
give you a call.