Imaginary Cigarette

We were so close to falling in love
Only God knows if you felt the same
Well, I was dancing while the rain
And out of nowhere you call me saying you don't feel the same

I feel like a 60s bitch
And a cheap wine
While I hope one day to be loved

I had a fucking diary writing your name
Hoping it would sublimate what I had said
And you're still surrounded by doubts
Being two-faced and trying to live on the fence

And we are so close
I could not avoid
I didn't mean to say that I hate you
For you know, I wouldn't dare to do that

I feel like a 60s bitch
With an imaginary cigarette
And a cheap wine
Browsing the internet

And all those perfect bodies
Here you will not find it

Standing up next to a phone
Waiting for your call
You do not want to know
About my
Champagne problems anymore

You didn't even think anymore
You grew up and left me waiting at your door

I feel like a 60s bitch
With an imaginary cigarette
And a cheap wine
Browsing the internet

And all those perfect bodies
Here you will not find it