The page doesn't turn
at the point where friends meet
and they fake their lives
while losing every hope.
They know that there isn't an answer
and speak about that constantly
and if someone happens to get stuck
they pounce to get him
but in their standoffs
there's room for all the unnecessary.
And I, searching for answers
in your cracked lips
I hear ambiguous news
and in all that I abstain from utterance
Because love makes me
at times a God, and other times a humiliation
it never arrives on time
that's what friends are for.
There where friends overdo it
as they become dirt* again
and the cards are dealt out again
like a used body
and for all that it gives, but doesn't solve
and the next series
is left to the side by silence
silence which becomes a guide
so that they're loneliness doesn't fall
in the trap of fantasy
And I, searching for answers
in your cracked lips
I hear ambiguous news
and in all that I abstain from utterance
Because love makes me
at times a God, and other times a humiliation
it never arrives on time
that's what friends are for.