now that you've found it, it's gone

Naked. Wet hair wrapped in a yellow towel. Trimming nails. A waiting. We both know it won't come. Still I wait. Maybe I'll have to wait for twelve years like once you did. Nails trimmed. Hair done. Still naked. Waiting the love that could dress my soul.

♪ ♫ Now that you feel it, you don't ♪ ♫

i'll be your lover

Sitting here with a beer and the bruises I've got from our latest afternoon. Thinking of how much I still have to lose before I get completely lost. Writing and erasing every three words. Never thought I would ever be that close to crawl because of you. But you won't see me doing that: I'll blindfold you with my legs.

♪ ♫ I'll be your ether you'll breathe me in ♪ ♫

special dreams

There was that time when I was too young. We were too young, even though our ID cards allowed us to drink. Remember all those long conversations about dreams and stuff? We were pretty good at understanding each other. Sometimes I catch myself still trying to figure out where we've messed things up. For some reason, I blame you for everything that gone wrong. But I know it was my fault too. I was too young to understand that you were too young.

♪ ♫ I guess I thought you had the flavour ♪ ♫

it's in your reach

I've been telling myself that I don't like you that much for years, but I believe almost everybody knows it's not true. If they don't, then they are so damn blind as you are. Or maybe I'm just pretty good at lying. It can be both. I could even lie that I love you if you asked me to and you would believe it.

♪ ♫ Can you find me space inside your bleeding heart? ♪ ♫

come and find me

You said you were back in town for a while and wanted to see me. The lack of effort to drive to my house proved you were lying. It was not just about the beers, it was about fears. Next time don't be such a baby, don't make it about tears.

♪ ♫ I'll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwiches ♪ ♫

nothing

For a long time, I used to think I already had felt all the amount of feelings that was destinated to me. Just lived long enough to find out I was wrong. I don't know what to do right now about it but to write. But also I don't know what I'm feeling at all, so maybe I start to write about... nothing. Or, at least, nothing that makes any sense.

♪ ♫ What am I trying to do? What am I trying to say? ♪ ♫