Your little spoon.

The way we met, not the happiest one
drowning in my tears like every time,
so magnetic they should have been

clear like water, heavy as stone;
when I told myself I was just mine,
we found ourselves and smiled at the spleen.

Oh-oh, I feel so old right now
thinking of you
thinking of you
after all this time.

Do you still dip that little steel spoon
in your big cup full of milk
like you used to do?, you know

this must have been the way that I
have always kept your soft silk
falsely forgotten, somehow raw.

Oh-oh I feel so dizzy now
thinking of you
thinking of me
committing the crime.

But do not misunderstand, I
really liked you,
do not misunderstand I
really wanted you,
do not misunderstand I
would like to talk to you

now
do not misunderstand I
was breaking down,
do not misunderstand I
was getting low,
if you could understand I'd
close that door
- for I never really did.
And maybe you understood and
you closed first.