I don't know if I'll ever stop being pathetic.
And turn my words into something poetic
I would like this day to be everlasting
From now on, I feel locked in the claustrophobic walls of hell
And the days will pass and we will continue like this, living in ataraxia
With time passing slowly, daydreaming
Why does your hair look like a nostalgic sunset?
Why do your eyes seem to see my soul?
The kitsch disgusts me, but it's inevitable
The last thing I want is a broken heart
I have never believed in eternity
So why do I see you in every place?
If my life is based on nostalgia
Do you know a place where it could be?
I know all these single words because of you
Maybe my empty lungs contract just for you
I think the metastasis started
It doesn't matter, I have always lived in indifference
That winter afternoon on the beach
Like a metaphorical memory
Watching turtles taking flight
We build our soundtrack
You made it look like a movie
Now I see your face in each of my favorite songs
While I look at the ceiling remembering everything
On a cloudy summer afternoon two years later
Drinking coffee until I get drunk
While cancer cells run through my blood
After all, that's what you mean, you are the embodiment of art
Draw butterflies on my arms
Why did you have to have such good taste in music?
I admit I made you a mixtape after the first night
I didn't think you'd fucking do the same thing
I admit I'm overthinking it
At this point, what difference does it make?
I see the music in you, tell me why?
You say that we are the art
If we are only inert bodies
Cancer kills me
This all sounds pretty selfish.
After all, you're a damn artist
I only live in catharsis
Without caring about the metastasis
I hate everything I write
Because the dictionary of hardship
You taught me.