She doesn’t want me anymore1
What can I do about it?
But staying alone
Doesn’t hurt me anymore
She didn’t want me anymore
When she came back
I told her, “I’m sorry
But I’ve got other things to do”
I can’t breathe, I need oxygen
I’m a genius and my genius is incompatible
I was left with an unforgettable mark inside
I’m coloring with the yellow of a highlighter
I see the Sun on my chest, my anxiety rises all of a sudden
I erase it, stroke lines, I grab the yellow marker
I put light on my stomach, a little if it’s dark outside
What’s important is the light inside, warm and dry, it’s not cold
I take off my jacket when I go out (When I go out)
I’m still on fire on the inside
In Hell I get cold (Brrr)
I warm up with the ice
Enough (Enough), I go out and think (I go out and think)
Another bad day (Ah)
Another newspaper
Over my face
She doesn’t want me anymore
What can I do about it?
But staying alone
Doesn’t hurt me anymore
She didn’t want me anymore
When she came back
I told her, “I’m sorry
But I’ve got other things to do”
I can’t breathe, I need oxygen
You’re a burden on my neck with your fingers
I was left with a finger in your pus-
You felt I was hot, seems like an oxymoron
There’s the wind, the pinwheel spins
The cig spins, luck doesn’t spin, that sucks
My friend calls me but I don’t pick up
My new girl tells her to go fuck herself
Fuck herself, hey
She kisses my lips and I feel secure
I’ve found the cure, I don’t need help
I’m not named Judas, I promise
I smoke a cig again
Bad mood and paranoia
The anxiety in my stomach goes down
If my asthma goes up, I’m dead and that’s it
She doesn’t want me anymore
What can I do about it?
But staying alone
Doesn’t hurt me anymore
She didn’t want me anymore
When she came back
I told her, “I’m sorry
But I’ve got other things to do”
She doesn’t want me anymore
What can I do about it?
But staying alone
Doesn’t hurt me anymore
She didn’t want me anymore
When she came back
I told her, “I’m sorry
But I’ve got other things to do”
What can I do about it? I’m sorry
I fell in love with someone else, sorry
I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like her
When will you put your mind at ease?
There’s the wind, the pinwheel spins
The cig spins, luck doesn’t spin, that sucks
My friend calls me but I don’t pick up
My new girl tells her to go fuck herself
1. In Italian, the + sign is pronounced “più,” which means “more.”