My Ashtray

I cannot wait to lose my mind

Sitting on my own among clean cups
Feeling quite cut off from mother's eyes
No attachment here, no religion near
Every word a question in my head
Every aimless move is a thing that lures me
Dreams, sins, doubts are burning on my ashtray

I cannot wait
I've had too many tries
I cannot wait
To lose mind
Let irony decide
What things shall matter in our life

I cannot wait to do not care

I can clearly see what I have lacked
Something very warm that's breaking up
Cold and measured lines that I exchange
Leaving fleeting pleasures, drugs and sex
What will happen next, why I feel that way
All these questions piling on my ashtray

I cannot wait
Wait
I watch the sleepy flakes of snow
Floating on their own
Waiting for my soul

It's better to go into other worlds
Than slowly fade with age
Like ashes on the tray

I cannot wait
I've had too many tries
I cannot wait
To lose my mind
To seal my eyes wide shut
And set the trivial cares aside

Sitting on my own among clean cups
Feeling quite cut off from mother's eyes
No attachment here, no relations near

I cannot wait
(Lonely ashes lying on the tray)
I've had too many tries(Light's escaping them, they're turning grey)
I cannot wait
(Lonely ashes lying on the tray)
To lose mind (Light's escaping them, they will fly away)
My cigarette ignites (Light's escaping them, they will fly away)
As I stroll in the night