Sitting alone, with a glass of wine,
words and sentences bombing my ears,
but I rather take my time,
to follow the scratched lines,
Tracing them with my fingers,
I would love to fall asleep,
They feel much warmer,
then these strangers I meet,
'cause I don't speak, I am a loner,
you said,
I order another glass or two,
just to talk to you.