She is the lost fairy that fell asleep in my life one day
She comes out of the bathroom naked, tries on dresses, doesn't apologize
She loves inconveniences, gets mad at me, and speaks to me in French
She dances like the princess of the neurotic kingdom of my childhood
She says beautiful, it sounds like freedom
All those nights drunk I thought I found her but I lost her
I had to do some grieving cutting my desire with a scalpel
I wanted to look for the last drop of whiskey that I never drank
I had a previous love the night of the day after I saw you
She says beautiful, it sounds like freedom
Our love is a tin bed
That cuts you when you want to sleep
That makes us get involved and get lost
That unites us with the disgrace of existing
And this love is like a hot popsicle
That burns you when you want to suck it
That insists on not leaving survivors
That is a lie but is also true
She says beautiful
She flourishes in the dry, corrosive garden of my loneliness
Nothing in the world I like more than hugging you and after waking up
I have a terrible past and some secrets to confess
I have an unfinished toast that one thoughtless day I'm going to toast
She says beautiful, it sounds like freedom
This love is like aluminum flowers
That rust when you want to water them
That make us infatuated with each other like children
That cry because they miss mommy
This love is like a Polish tango
Because there's no milonga or speed
Because it makes me feel alive in tragedy
Because it's self-destructive like me
Our love is a tin bed
That cuts you when you want to sleep
That makes us get involved and get lost
That unites us with the disgrace of existing
She says beautiful