Anxious

Well don’t tell me words that I won’t hear
Come and see me through the night.
I don’t know why do you preach me,
But the scent – it takes me high.

Come on, come closer, steal my time
And spend that has no worth.
Then have some coffee, woman’s child,
Have nasty smile and nasty talk.

You lawyer’s sonny, mother’s boy,
Come and have some fun.
Take the things you’re anxious for,
Come and see your buddies done.
See the gloomy sunset,
Running trough your soul.
You are left in basket,
Watch your own fall.