NAPATSORN TREESAP

I let you slipped through my fingers once again
Like I was never really catch it 
Are these kind of dreams I used to dream of?
I let you disappear like we were never really a thing 
We were numb until we both lost

I let you stepped inside dancing while the radio on
You let me stepped inside like something i was cling on
That’s the kinda thing I never wish it’s gone
That’s the kinda thing I wish it would go on

A closet of you and me, hiding from the masquerade
The closest reach of you and me
Comfy then cosy, the afternoon tea
Fantasy deeply quietly every time you drink me
Stand still sadly with its aftertaste dream
Lingering sweetness in its own way
Then slipping though the window, my masquerade 

“It’s nice but it’s just that
Getting attached that way kinda meaningless”
The photograph of memory, burnt with all our cities
Cigarettes of deadly daydream, 
Hallucinating against the sunlight 
And you are playing in the back of my mind
Like the cassette thought and the whispering wind

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