Your Perfume
Alexandros Fragkiadakis
Go on, blame yourself just like you always do
Grab a soft drink and have a smoke or two
I'll smile and I'll laugh knowing you won't appear
Fooling myself running away from tears
The Bartender knows of solitude as he hears
Confessions I make about our love through the years
He offers a round of whiskey as I presume
Your love was a joke and faded like your perfume
