Piece of Advice

When in doubt
drink a redbull or hug a friend
and if none if available listen to your happy song
the song that,
just like a friend
was made to touch you somewhere between your neck and your soul
but if your Ipod lets you down once again
steal a leaf
if you look careful enough you'll see that it looks just the hand of a lost friend
(the one who just borrowed your happy song)
so hold to it

Drops

Drop after drop
a pool of emotions
I stir them with a finger
like I would do with my tea and brown sugar
and I shouldn't
it's not what nice girls do
but I lick that sticky finger hoping that nobody is watching me
it tastes like spicy cinnamon
it tastes like the weather is about to change
together with my life