Thoughts

E desde então, sou porque tu és
E desde então és
sou e somos...
E por amor
Serei... Serás...Seremos...

Pablo Neruda

You Know I'm No Good

Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt,
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt,
You say “what did you do with him today?”,
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray,
’Cause you're my fella, my guy,
Hand me your stella and fly,
By the time I'm out the door,
You tear men down like Roger Moore,

I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,

Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy,
He's in a place, but I can't get joy,
Thinking on you in the final throes,
This is when my buzzer goes,
Run out to meet you, chips and pitta,
You say “when we married”,
'cause you're not bitter,
”There'll be none of him no more,”
I cried for you on the kitchen floor,

I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,

Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain,
We're like how we were again,
I'm in the tub, you on the seat,
Lick your lips as I soak my feet,
Then you notice likkle carpet burn,
My stomach drops and my guts churn,
You shrug and it's the worst,
Who truly stuck the knife in first

I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good,

I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble,
Yeah, you know that I'm no good

Reminiscências

isqueiro velho

mensagens de celular nunca apagadas

emails

risadas

abraços

beijos

fotos antigas

amigos em comum que escolhem um lado

festas

filmes

refeições

viagens

livros

conselhos

esquisitices

manias

terapias

mantras

hábitos

lembranças, apenas lembranças.

porque são delas que se fazem os 'ex's.

Thoughts

Whenever she smokes outside, she has a bad habit of leaving the door open wide as she sits on the steps and stares at the moon, and some of the smoke drifts inside as she sits there and smokes, and stares. The smoke has permeated whatever it touches , and smells the stale stench and it gives a flinty edge to the air, a hard gray matte finnish like her aura.It's sickly. A near-death aura.