It"s gonna rain and I could get

as wet as in the day we met.

I didn"t know then I"d regret

the days we shared our salty sweat,

the beer, the bed, the cigarette,

the smiles, the pretty stuff we"ve said.

Now you are silent – keep your breath.

I"ll keep my memories instead.

I still recall your silhouette,

but I am something to forget.

For you I could be even dead.

I beg for petting like a cat...

But there is something I would bet:

One day you"re gonna be MY pet;)