there was no message beep this year,
no flowers in the morning.
just a piece of paper saying: "happy birthday"
with the blood red lipstick stain,
worn by an another year gone bye
worn by the thousand times i tried to kiss it
thinking it was you
"i did it couse i wanted to try
what your mouth tastes like."
You said, smoking my lucky strike
lucky... the irony of that.
passing with a jingle like
Happy birthday
sang by
another stranger
