dust.

Lost my words

Lost my voice

And I'm trying to filling the empty space

With dust memories of you.

I've been walking in circles

Searching for a direction

And getting stuck in things

that never made real sense to me.

You treated me like a kid.

Give me back my things

Give me back my life

Give me back my light.

Can't believe I almost lost my control

To help you find yours.

And now, you show up once in while

Saying meaningless words

And I just don't know why.

To hurt me?

To keep me in your queue?

I got a feeling that our history

It's never gonna end.

Miss my voice

Miss my words

And I know they are coming back.

And the next thing that I will miss

Is this dust memorie of you.

And I don't wanna miss this.

waste.

sometimes i wake up in the morning
and the first feeling that i have it's you.

the miss that it's you

the first one


and we fight during the day
you insisting in stay
and i'm keep trying hard to push you out.


but, in the end of the day
it's all the same.

you are the last
the last feeling before sleep.

what a waste of time.

bubble

sob aquelas luzes frias

nossos lábios se tocaram

pela primeira vez.

haviam pessoas em torno

carros correndo pelas

ruas.

e nossos lábios se tocaram

pela primeira vez

naquele lugar.

e o mundo lá fora parecia não existir.

estávamos presos na nossa bolha,

no nosso mundo.

no nosso amor.

line

imagine a line between us

you are always on your side

and you never considered cross the line to my side.

me, at my side of the line

always trying to cross a line to you.

i tried so hard to cross that line

that i did it.

i don't regret, at all.

i only regret on trust to you my line.

 

our way back to each other

remember when i told you
that we couldn't be together anymore?

it was just a fancy way of saying
that we couldn't ended there.

and i think we aren't ended yet.

because we are made for each other

and you know that

cuz our eyes have always told the truth

and no matters what, we are
gonna find our way back to each other.


even the sky
seems like sending the most
strangers signs, to you

purple lips

our lips were purple
and we were laughing out loud
about things we will never remember

walking at night, on those sidewalks
that i will never imagine
how those will be so present in life forever.

and i remember just if like it was yesterday

our first kiss
at that gas station

with our purple lips
full with cheap wine

just the way we liked.




but sometimes, i don't know why
its not done yet.

boring boy

you have your own way so manly to be
you always have the reason
you always know everything.


now, looking back
i can tell

so boring, boy

you're almost forty years old
and still don't know what do you want for life

grow up

before you start destroying other peoples lives.

and no, you don't know everything

you are just a little boy who enjoys fucking people around.


but man, i loved the way you complained about things

and fucking love u.

disappeared

i dont know how you are

how you are feeling

whats going on inside your head.

do you even remember me?

do you even know my name?


you just disappeared inside your world.

but, you till alive in my neighborhood.

lie

you moved on
good for you

all those words you said to me were a lie?

how can you could say and write love words,
looked into my eyes

and lied to me


i dont blame on you
i blame your selfishes atitudes.

and now you are with her
i dont know who she is

and even if theres a she

you just said to me
that you have someone else.

but,
you said a lot of lies before.

so, whats the truth?

scape

i was running of to scape from u

and, suddenly

completely out odf the blue

i found your picture.

lost between the sheets of my notebook

where i wrote sad things about you.

wrong time, wrong moment.

i just want to forget u.

think

gosto de pensar que cada um que passou pela minha vida
deixou algo de bom


mas você,
você conseguiu deixar

o que ninguém conseguiu

ainda não descobri a parte boa,
ainda não consegui entender se tudo valeu a pena ou não

a única sensação é de assombração

de toda noite você nos meus sonhos
de todos os dias o teu rosto em qualquer um na rua
de todo segundo de peito apertado.

inteiro

todo dia é uma nova promessa
de andar para frente e não importa o que aconteça
não olhar pra trás.

e ainda é sua voz que tira meu sono.
e é você que ainda é o protagonista dos meus sonhos.


essa fita rebobina o dia todo
é um filme no repet
é uma falta imensa de você


rasguei no meio nossa última foto
imaginando que assim, tiraria você da minha vida


hoje olho a foto pela metade
e te vejo por inteiro

como sempre foi.