Leftlovers

Grab a piece of nice weather And put it in my mouth Share with nobody but myself Leftovers in plastic bag The breakfast that we had Is the souvenir in this holiday Where did he go? Did he ever miss me? Has become a mystery Where did he go? Did he ever miss me? Has become a mystery Sacrifice a pleasant part of my body To embody love and lust testimony It is what it is, nothing to deceive Don’t try to believe what he said to me Don’t even need to pretend you’re happy Fulfill our needs Then we’ll quietly leave Where did he go? Did he ever miss me? Has become a mystery Where did he go? Did he ever miss me? Has become a mystery We are leftlovers Last for eight hours Soon we’ll be expired Then we won’t need each other Can’t finish your leftovers Throw away this vicious desire No need to shed a tear For something you don’t care