Bunch of money would be perfect
Also, a cup of double espresso.
Which I sip in 3 seconds
In my favorite coffee shop
With my favoritest boy

But not what you are now
It's what you were; last year
Also, last year me.

Thank God, I can still write.
Because I can't reach him anymore.

Thank God, I learned to appreciate time I had with him.
After theese days, when I'm around him but feel so lonesome.