Detective Drool: People of yesterday


it's dark outside
but the ground is white
stars are looking bright
i smile, i feel the freeze bite

do you remember the beach
and that burning hot sand
will never forget the bed
where we cried for our last time

being lonely
is not being alone
to feel lonely
is nothing that i have known

looking for shine
but i have something to hide
wasting my time
on people of yesterday