Triste - Ian Kelly

I came here, we’re over

I smiled and acted happy as I wondered

You seemed glad, I changed color

Where were you forever

You’ve always said never

I love you

Je n’y peux rien si tu es triste

Je ne peux acheter la joie

Mais ne sois pas si pessimiste

Ne sois pas comme moi

I feel lost, I’m tired

You wanted to breathe but I came here to squeeze you

I’m sour

A circle, the same friends

It’s getting normal but still a bit awkward, it depends

It’s an old show where everyone is laying low and you hold your breath and

A cigarette, a cigarette and a Stinger shot and the rattle and shine of your

bracelets

A light touch, an old flame

Don’t talk much, we’re the same