In love, in need
In want, in mist
I taste your bite
I taste your kiss
And I think back —
The things you said
They make me mad
A bull to red
And I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you wore
And I’m lost inside a bar
And I’m drunk inside a war
And I wonder where you are
Drinking Martinis by myself
On a Sunday
Drinking Martinis again
On a Monday
It’s a half-life
It’s a half-life
It’s a half-life
It’s a half-life
I buy your brand
I smoke your brand
I count the what
Ifs on one hand
Drinking Martinis alone
Sunday morning
Drinking Martinis again
Sunday evening
And I wonder where you are