Unquiet - Pati Yang

The sun says that this is for my good

Only till I am back inside

Licking wounds until I can see through

This shadeless heart

And clouds in shape of you

I am the unquiet

Minutes are hours

I cry hard

To make you tired

Asleep I might be talking other world

Take you there when you will understand:

How on earth

She’s meant to be my drug?

Without you

She wouldn’t be herself…