Bubbles

Written by Nikita Sethi

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Got a cool Sinatra drifting in the back.

 A smooth crown and coke going.

Oh love, I’m in no hurry to feel the attack,

Let it all run to slow motion.

 

Slowly, I lose it all:

Reasons, feelings, memories to recall.

I figured I played your game right,

But now it’s just me here tonight.

 

Maybe old Sinatra is calling me back,

Maybe it’s just all drifting to grey and black,.

I’m on my way to see you – I smirk “farewell”,

We’ll meet real soon, in your sparkling hell.