Pensei em atear fogo
às minhas camisetas preferidas.
Elas me lembravam você.
Pensei em atear fogo em você
e você morrer fez muito mais sentido.
Eu queria não ter dito que te amava.
Esse texto, que a dizer não tem mais nada,
como tantos outros estúpidos
que escrevi para a pessoa errada,
é só mais uma despedida.
Não deve ser o último, imagino.
Mas espero que você não leia este
nem o último.
Eu quero que você saia da minha vida.
The sun came out
My coffe is now cold
And I am still in love with you
So, why would I leave, right?
I had a dream with you
The other night
You came back
Like you cared or anything
Don't call me a sadist again
Don't say I'm selfish
I love you
And it's been hell
Here, without you
But it was hell with you too, so
What am I supposed to do?
I miss you
I really do
It's been an endless party
Since I left you
And I'm really tired, but
I've been feeling this for years
I wanted your arms
And your chest
Wanted to hear your heartbeat
It ain't loud, but still
I love you.
I'm sorry about everything.
Don't make me be the sun
That ties the flowers to the trees
Don't make me be the sky
That leads the lovers
To their tears
And please don't make of me
The sand or seed
In it's solitaire being
Don't make me be the light
That brings the day
And then tells you to leave
Don't make me be
Just come to visit
And stick
Just be with me.
If you asked me,
I would probably get up from my chair
And move my arms around
Enumerating all the good reasons why
I loved him.
I'd anxiously rub one hand to another
Telling you all about
Our perfect little moments
And would let a shy smile show up
Down to my sad eyes.
I'd keep talking till you got envy
And maybe confused about
How could I sound even stranger
Than I usually am.
Love does that to us.
So, I would try and fail to explain
What was the good in all of it,
And suddenly I'd see it in your face
That you completely understood
What I was trying to say.
Not because of words,
Only because I sounded so true.
Then, I would mention to you
That one time when he held me in his arms,
Under the water,
That night when he read one of his texts to me
And I almost drawn into his voice,
Or maybe the countless nights
We wasted together
Watching cartoons and
Listening to each other.
He gets me.
I'd confess.
His silence understands me.
I would probably seem a little hurt.
But if you ask me now,
Why did you leave him?
As I don't think you will,
'Cuz no one ever gives a damn,
I'll get my eyes lost another time,
And forget to talk.
Are you okay?
As one should ask,
But never do.
And the only true thing
I could answer to you
Would be:
I love him.
And I just know it.
And this is how I know had to leave.
I just know.
There are two main kinds of people in the world.
The ones who could never get a word in my speech,
And those for who I fell in love at least once,
Even if it took me 30 seconds,
Even if they never found out.
Eu quero ir pra casa.
Me dê o conforto de uma cama quente
E a paciência de me olhar por dez minutos.
Me leva pra casa.
Me arranca um sorriso estúpido,
Finge que vale a pena,
Me engana.
Me leva pra casa.
Me aperta o excesso de carne
Como se fosse bom,
Como se eu não fosse toda descartável.
Me dá um uso,
Põe na prateleira
Da sua cozinha.
Me leva pra casa.
Eu quero ir pra casa.
Fala comigo, como se eu tivesse tímpanos,
Toca a minha pele, como se ela existisse,
Me conforta,
Desliga os meus pecados.
Me leva pra casa
E me perdoa.
Tudo que tenho feito na vida
Tem sido errado
Decisões que tenho tomado
Rotas que tenho escolhido
Planos que tenho feito
E sonhos que tenho tido
Tudo que te tenho exigido
Tem sido errado
As poesias que não tem escrito
O rumo que não tem tomado
E o descaso, que tem sido
Tão frequente e despreocupado
Tudo que tenho dito
Tem sido errado
Desde os olhos pesados
Aos abraços sazonais dos sábados
Desde os elogios inventados
Ao tudo errado que tens também feito
Tudo que temos sido
Tem sido errado
Desde a dor que sinto
Depois de decidir partir
Até o silêncio em quatro linhas
É apenas isto
Eu preciso ir
We should be kissing each other's lips
Instead of sharing cigarettes
I wanted to be your nicotine
But you were never there
You were never there
I thought I saw your eyes
And it's dark sides
But I was going blind and blind
And now my view is clear as hell
I can't be with you
I dressed for you today.
Put some perfume on
Tied our frog to my throat.
My frog.
I fantasized about you
When I bought this shirt.
Thought you could like me in it.
I was wrong.
I didn't make any difference.
When I died my hair pink,
I did it for you.
I thought
"Maybe if I had a cool hair..."
And wanted to meet your friends.
You thought it was cool.
I wish I had been just myself.
I miss you, grass.
Now my hair is green
And I am myself, but still
I feel empty when
I look into the mirror.
I don't feel any love.
Just miss you.
I dressed for you today,
Like many times before,
Expecting to fail to
Feel you a little closer.
I wondered
"Maybe if I'm not affraid
Of this shirt,
Or of this frog,
I'll find out what I really feel
For him".
You are so correct
When you get
Between my legs
You put your hand
In the right places
And you move your hips
Like you were supposed to
You are so correct
When you look me in the eyes
And when you watch me melt
Between the drops
You take the right time
And say the mathematic words
To turn me off
You are so logical
So meaningful
And beautiful
With such a knowledge
About who I always pretend to be
You pass the tests
You do it right
You answer to my fights
And keep the promise
To never leave me behind
You're so correct
Even with your million of mistakes
And when you're wrong
You're so predictably wrong
That is just right
To see you doing it again
You're so correct
With your proportional smile
And the same wave of that hair
With your tempered hugs
And smell of cigarettes
And coffee, everywhere
(wich you never seem to enjoy, anyway)
You are so gay
And I would never mind
I never did before
Neither would I
Keep you locked anyhow
From anyone
But I am sorry to say
That I love you
For being so right
So doubtfully correct
That you were never meant
To be with me
You belong to someone else.
