Everything's difficult... but how simple can it be?
Half-alive and half-dead, it's the same thing...
Half-truth, the same, as half-lies... and
You are lost, if you live in the half-past.
Wandered the streets, the alleys,
I of the midnight, I'm a loner
I'm half mine, and half yours,
But since I'm half yours,
You double, all in you, understand that
Since what's mine is yours, that's how it is
I'm not myself, but when the knife's under the heart
It doesn't matter why it's there, on purpose, or by recklessness
It's there... it's how it is. And it's a fact. And it hurts, fuck!
But for you it's nothing... and it's too a fact...
The trees, which are rich with fruits, lower their heads
My richness was you, remaining humble, but
You with a cut to the cheeks, I'm half-believing
Half-discerned... and everywhere those... half-measures
I'm half-happy... you take part too...
In my life a bit more...
Call there more...
Write me "hello..."
In the mornings... at least every other day...
And if you're too lazy for five letter words,
Then just "hey..."
Or on the holidays
Congratulate... with a short message...
Not thinking too much, for my head banalities
Are more than enough, and with it, like with you:
I don't go along well, if we meet, then by chance...
I did not go cold:
I was sleeping and thinking about you
Waking up and thinking about you
Like my fingers over you
Like your lips about me, words of love in the phone...
And have you missed my even a bit...?
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And if you...
Enter my house a bride, sometime, hidden
Come with cake
And we'll go out with coffee to the balcony
And if the thunder booms...
Pummeling the earth with pouring rain
The we'll together...
Run barefoot through the puddles...
You'll take off the heels, and I my shoes...
And with bare feet...
I know: it'll all come back, sooner or later
Above my bed - your photo, and above yours - somebody's poster
You'll take off the heels, and I my shoes, with bare feet
We'll run through the puddles, like we were growing up
I know: it'll all come back, sooner or later
Above my bed - your photo, and above yours - somebody's poster
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I decided for myself last Tuesday...
That I'll change to the root...
I had enough till Wednesday, and except
For that, absurdly, apparently, but I miss the fights...
Again I will miss, from and to me
Please understand me... I'm not pressing your pity, but
I lack this: eat my brain out, please...
Make it softer... call me "masey"
It makes me mad again, but I agree now,
Just to hear your voice... after lunch
You kissed my lips, instead of the desert
You're the whole world for me... I hugged the whole world
And was strong, and now what? Look...
I did not go cold:
I was sleeping and thinking about you
Waking up and thinking about you
Like my fingers over you
Like your lips about me, words of love in the phone...
And have you missed my even a bit...?