Maybe we should start planning
'Cause now its cool to be awkward

And if everything goes according to plan, I'll have you for dinner.

And if you don't show up,
I'll have your bones for trophy
Your smile for Santa
You know your dysmorphic love will tear you apart

There's no magic wand to fix you
But I can assure we will have some fun.

Aren't you all about that?
Aren't you all about fun?
Daily doses of intravenous f-u-n
F-u-c-k you,
F-u-c-k you.

Magical creatures don't have a number
I'm no magic
I'm real
The realest I'll get

Maybe we should try the other side of the bed.
See if we get it better
Does the devil follow you around?
Like I do
Like we do
Can we do it on the other side of the Wall of China
You're a Great Wall
Can I call you that?
Can I call you?

He told me from the beginning he wouldn't do anything long term. He was afraid of losing stuff.

I told him, I'm not in your pocket, so I can't fall into it.

'You know where you want to go' he would say with sweet eyes. His eyes still half-closed from yesterday's sleep.

We're in different time zones.

'Time zones?'

You have a lot more time than me, I'm sure.

He only wanted to know my habits. Just so he could take them all. One by one. His mom warned me: 'He only takes. He doesn't give anything back.'

I'm fucked. No one warned me they were going to be late. His skin doesn't like surprises. Mine doesn't either. That's why I use a bit of your skin in mine, everyday.

I go through the days, which will turn weeks and months. Always carrying a bit of you. I don't wanna forget the promise. I still don't have anything from you.

But I want.
I want the sky and the stars
The couples' promises
The lovers' promises

Your senses
Your bad will.
The clothes you're wearing. And your clothes on the floor.
And your nerves
And your chemical imbalance
And your knees, trembling
And your best half-smile. In your best half-photo.
You are the news. My news.

Ele disse-me logo que nunca fazia nada a longo prazo, com medo de perder as coisas.

Eu disse-lhe, eu não vou no teu bolso, por isso não vou cair lá dentro.

"Só vais onde tu quiseres" dizia ele com olhos doces e porcos de ramelas do dia anterior.

Estamos em zonas temporais diferentes.

"Zonas temporais?"

Tu tens muito mais tempo que eu, certamente.

Ele só me queria conhecer os hábitos, para depois mos tirar. Um por um. A mãe dele bem me avisou. "Ele só tira coisas, não dá nada a ninguém."

Tou fodida com isto. Não avisaram que podia haver atrasos. A pele dele não gosta de surpresas. Muito menos a minha. É por isso que espalho na minha, todos os dias de manhã, um pouco da tua.

Atravesso o dia, os dias, que vão ser meses. Sempre com um bocadinho de ti. Não me quero esquecer da tua promessa. Ainda não tenho nada teu.

Mas quero.
Quero o céu e as estrelas
As promessas dos namorados
As promessas dos amantes

Os teus sentidos
A tua má vontade.
A tua roupa vestida e a tua roupa despida
E os teus nervos
E o teu desequilíbrio químico
E os teus joelhos a tremer
E o teu melhor sorriso
És a novidade. Porta-te como tal.