How long, how long / Until I see you? / And when, and when does / The light come shining through?
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Fatal disease / Getting no sleep / Lay my head down / She walks back again
Hope to forget, things that were said. How did we get here? Inside your head, all the hate and sin. Stay in tonight. It’s cold outside. Don’t think, just lie down. It’s not simple; it shouldn’t be. This has to be done for you to believe. I’ll be here when things die down and the winter is gone.
This time I’ll be more careful; I won’t let us grow weary. But all the neighbors clearly care for their own landscape. They perfect shapes and states, leaving ours dry and blank. What a way to be loved. In time I will lose all focus, forgetting the moments that I had once missed. I will see the end of all this. Then you’ll go, I’ll stay and wait, wishing you’d not left.
I’m not going to fake this, I won’t lie: there’s something I’m missing. I’m not satisfied to just be waiting, with my arms crossed, bored and tired. There’s a lack of interest. I’m not keen on reading all of eighty-seven letters in a single day. I spent fourteen hours sleeping, dreaming, hoping for a reason – a reason just to wake up, swallow more lies, impersonate the layman, shake hands, wash hands, pretend that I’m fine. Fear not, youth dies and it’s here that you’ll lie. Just stop wasting your time and pray faith keeps you alive.
Dirt roads, old cars, burnt oil, lovely hearts. All I breathe in, bleeds out, falls apart. Table cleared; dinner served – a modest start. Held back tears never felt pulled this hard. Dark skin, light hearts, unadorned, simple lives. I try to measure all my thoughts, all at once. And then things seem clear: we’ve been lost from the start.