It Ain't Me

A little whisky, a little nostalgia, and reality begins to blur like an old film. Once upon a time, everything was beautiful: rooftops, freedom, seventeen, sleepless nights by choice, not because your heart won't let you sleep.

But now - someone didn't come back, someone didn't wait, and there's no anger in this ‘It ain't me.’ Just a dry residue. As if love were a party that ended long ago, and now someone else is cleaning up. Not romance, but the after-effect. When it doesn't hurt - it's just clear. And final.