Ivri Lider - Mike

Like I told you before, I’m not the average gay bar “Hi, what’s your name? Let’s go to bed” type.

I’m more like “Hi Mike, would you spend your life with me? Could you wake up next to me and tell me it’s all right? And then you’ll go to work and I can play some piano till the afternoon?”

Meeting people is a dangerous thing, I guess. The hole they leave is far too big to fill with food or beer or songs you write to ease your mind. Now it’s 9 and I just have to wait till 4 before I call you. And the seconds before you answer will hurt…fuck. This is hard. This is not fun. But I am addicted. Till the one will come…someday he’ll come along, the man I love and he’ll be what I want the man I love. Mike, are you still there? Did you sleep well? Ho come you’re so cool about it?

I told you kid; you always want what you can’t have. Someday he’ll come along, the man I love…bla bla bla. You’re funny. You just make me laugh. Pathetic. Mike – are you still there? Did you sleep well? How come you’re so cool about it? I wish I could be that way…I whish I could be that way…I wish///