When I first moved here
I lived my life in Khrushchevka
With only books to read
Waitress working with ease
Growing older, messing with punk rockers
No escape from heartbreaking love stories
Meanwhile I was daydreaming
About getting a house near the sea
No way to live the life I wanted
I was yelling, shouting, eventually forgotten
But knew there could be a way to figure out
Things which were mainly about me
I broke up with the past
It was not so harsh
These days hit me most
Just because
