Walking through Hongdae on a lonely night
There’s nothing out here except for the lights
lips eyes skin
And maybe you standing there in a short skirt
I don’t care. I mean,
You don’t matter to me
You’re just an object, not even an object
a figment of my imagination.
yeah, that’s right. that’s right.
You don’t exist. You just hang there, flipping back your hair and staring at me with your
eyes
Parting your red stained
lips
and laughing when nothing’s funny. Nothing’s ever funny with you.
It’s going to rain. Not like you care. Your
skin
is getting goose bumps.
Don’t act stupid. Just go back to wherever you came from.
get back in my mind.