I see your house from my balcony
chimneys and your clothes to the sun
silver airplanes rubbing the roofs
dressed in the bed I watch your window
I look at books of paintings that I stole
I'm not hungry, i won't eat today
I don't know what I'm complaining, I have what I want
I'm free before the mirror I don't come out now that I can
And you always say I'm a soul from hell
you must be right, maybe it's true
I always use to want what I don't have
and now that you're not here I'm consuming
Dirty clothes, pictures I painted
old records, all laying everywhere
a fifteen days beard, I wouldn't get up
mess in campaign I know now she cheats on me
Credentials of possession how stupid
these jealousy held me I don't know what I believed
And I who said finally I have her
and I was around everything, let's see if I learn
And your letter confused me, now I understand
your look warned me. "I'll never return"