Winter Mannequin

I roll on the streets

On a hard night of Saturday

It's fog in front of the eyes

It seems winter isn't a step away.

I continue my steps towards home

Across the road, you stood

A blunt blackout on the face

Faded denim over pants.

With a high hangover

I approached you to have a conversation

The head loses strength on your shoulders

It's more than just a heaven.

I kept on talking 

But you weren't concerned about me

I kept you hitting 

And you stood like a mannequin.

Then a teardrop fell off from your eyes

I could feel it on my hands as it stays

A sudden alteration in the wind's pace

Turned you into dust in front of my face.

I hate it when you disintegrate like this

I fell on my knees by the way you leave

And then kissed the ground

It seems I gotta wait till the morning comes.