Après Ski

Get a boy, get a girl, cuttle, touch, kiss, touch, fuck. You want to be yourself, finally break your shell. Emptiness is killing you. You can feel it deep inside as you watch the darkness outside. Is that me, really? Forget about it! Do cocaine, get that girl, go high, mix your drinks and forget about mixed feelings. Music is getting louder, your money lower, you just higher. You are alive, loneliness was a lie. And then of course at the end we will all die.