Μαθήματα Πτώσης [Mathimata ptosis] [English translation]

At 21 I said I was done with my bottled up feelings

I won't act spontaneously anymore and I'll think rationally

So at 22 I finished a two year relationship with a "take care" and a "be well"

But tonight I'm being drowned by the things I never said again

A wound I have on my arm hurts

A wound no one knows I got cause I broke a coffee cup out of frustration when I was 17

Man , she made me mad

Every time she tried to speak she pretended she couldn't

It was the bloodiest romance and I'll turn the time back ,whatever the cost to find her cause I can't write "unfiltered" lyrics anymore

Every think I've written about the other girls leaks of confidence

The most immature choruses are the greatest

Cause they belong in a time when I still had dreams

I write unharmonic melodies

The notes in my head are out of tone

I tried to write a lyric but these aren't lyrics they're chores that rhyme

That's what she taught me every time she didn't give me her hand

Every time that I learnt that a little is enough

Tell me why her words are echoing in my mind's dark paths

She told me "learn how to fly" I told her " if you plan on leaving don't talk to me"

"But you stop me when I leave and I want to teach you how to flu"

She said but "I was scared so all I managed was to fall"

She said "Don't ask for me , hate me if you want but remember that love is a big liar. You trust him , turn your back to him , close your eyes but if you lean back you always fall"

And you know what she was to me , man?

My sweetest fucking mistake

My bloodiest passion

My biggest anxiety

The sluttiest , the classiest

My inspiration's aorta artery

The prettiest sin

She's an invisible wound under my skin

My start and my fucking end

That sick smile on her lips

when the arrow hits me in my Achilles heel

I have weak wings and a gap that reveals how much I miss our nights at the playground

Her complaints and her gaze

When the decay inside of her body hurts her

Our damn marks on her neck

Me , the half-full glass who's now empty

My wine that was overflowed by water

Her anger her cigarette her ashtray that she left half

I hate her so much cause I had loved her even more than I ever dared to admit

She was my muse and I used her until my fall

She made me addicted with the lights off

The scars hurt

Our kisses have now became bite marks

Our love became an obsession

It poisons the wine you drink

But you don't let me cut off my wings....

flight-fall-flight-

fall-flight-fall.....