without notice.

Get out of this taxi,
Because you used to walked to us and run to me,
Counting the bottles on your floor,
Wrapped in the sheets you can't escape from,
You look so small sometimes,
You look so small to me.

I still hear the music through the walls,
Some words echoing more than others,
Because this door never closes properly,
Close it please, lock it for me
You changed it all and you changed me.

And you say,
She's making you write,
Making you write and you can't stop
She's making you write,
You're writing down the past while she's growing up
You're writing down everything you'd die to remember and you're breaking her up
You're already fucking her up.