I'll wrap up my bones and leave them out of this home, out on the road.
Two feet standing on a principle, two hands longing for each other's warmth.
Cold smoke seeping out of colder throats; darkness falling, leaves nowhere to go.
It's spiralling down, biting words like a wolf howling.
Hate is spitting out each other's mouths, but we're still sleeping like we're lovers.
Still with feet touching; still with eyes meeting; still our hands match; still with hearts beating.
Two feet standing on a principle, two hands longing for each other's warmth.
Cold smoke seeping out of colder throats; darkness falling, leaves nowhere to go.
It's spiralling down, biting words like a wolf howling.
Hate is spitting out each other's mouths, but we're still sleeping like we're lovers.
Still with feet touching; still with eyes meeting; still our hands match; still with hearts beating.
En pocos días tantas emociones repercutieron en mi salud física. Indigestión, puntadas, taquicardia, presión baja. Y pensé que lo podía controlar. Pensé que tenía todo en mis manos, que podía solucionar las cosas, que era algo pasajero. Ingenua. Todo está, como siempre, lleno de señales. Las canciones dicen pequeñeces, los sonidos. Los momentos, son deja-vú, son partes de la historia que ya viví. Retrocediendo quizá hubiera hecho lo mismo, pero con más conciencia. Quizá no hubiera hecho lo mismo, quién sabe.
Quién sabe...
Somos lo que hacemos, lo que proyectamos, lo que pensamos. Somos lo que nunca decimos ser. Y así nos engañamos, nos dejamos caer. Me dejo caer, pensando que el golpe quizá no sea tan fuerte. Debería averiguar que fue de mi racionalidad, cuando la tiré a la basura para bajar por este pozo.
Equivocarme. Equivocarme corre por mis venas junto al miedo y a la inseguridad. Corre junto al paso en falso, a la intención de probar sensaciones escondidas.
Drifting apart like two sheets of ice, my love; frozen hearts growing colder with time.
There's no heat from our mouths. Please take me back to my rich youth.
And we were in flames, I needed I needed you to run through my veins, like disease.
And now we are strange, strangers. It's different now, gray faced, eyes burnt out.
And we were in flames, I needed I needed you to run through my veins, like disease.
And now we are strange, strangers. It's different now, gray faced, eyes burnt out.
Flames are gone, gloves are on. I have a feeling love's gone back.
Went to the cinema, losing our minds with comic fever.
Went to the cinema, losing our minds with comic fever.
Shutting confined spaces; lost in the dark.
My heart taken, resting on your heart.
¿Qué hago ahora con el frasco de emociones que guardé? ¿Cuántos pétalos le quito a la flor?
