That guy, who lives downstairs
Lost his cat two weeks ago
She was too old for another summer
«There must be the cat dying somewhere everyday»,
He told himself but it was just cold comfort
All of the feels are dying sometimes do not you think
I was tryin' to be good but whatever I did was wrong
The guy, that lives downstairs found his cat dead two weeks ago
He tried to wake her up but she was too tired for another summer
He buried his cat behind our house
And cried a few quiet tears
But I'd probably not stay alone for long
But it would have been cool if it happens bang shoot bang bang
The guy who lives downstairs was sad for a few days
Then he decided that he did not want to stay alone no more
And caught himself another cat
She was white and stained of black but
After all a cat.
The boy I met last week was probably not very special after all
But I am trying to be good and sometimes a think of you.