Somewhere I Started Counting

Somewhere where nothing is more happening, I feel the vodka roar, more than wine, where I don't care anymore inside, so we buy another bottle at the corner shop, to empty at the busstop, too stirring but better spirited than nothing more happening no more, or just will never be again. I hold out a match next to my bonfire and somewhere I start counting, I started counting long ago without knowing, knowing nothing more could happen if I shouldn't sell my house to the lady who won the lottery, and as the birds stopped singing along the old coastline, I drank to that too, since it was my father who told me to do nothing more than to celebrate a lot, to buy something precious of your first pay check and now I don't care no more, I'm out of the old world of the well-suited, the strong deals, the better coffee machines, because that's just a somewhere where no more will happen. You let the people walk right through us while I felt the tie, in the white bedroom, beside a roaring sea. I still know you are around, around the corner, while I am on deck and you shake your head like I knew you would, and nothing will happen never more for I don't care anymore, inside.