Texty: Smoking Popes. Adena.

Untaken pictures of the two of us
In love with an unspoken word
Adena, tell me how to feel
I can't convince myself you're real

Unwhispered promise lies between the lines
Behind your eyes but I can't make it out
Adena, you moved me with a kiss
And now I'm drinking till you don't exist

I can't be someone without you
I'm just crazy about you
I can see that I'm getting nowhere
I don't care about anything

I wake up dreaming about days
We could have thrown away
I can hear myself say, "Adena"