I wanna eat your blue eyes.
I just wanna eat them for breakfast
the morning after.
I just wanna stare into your lack of soul
for the happy-after.

I just want this longing, lasting, libidinous lost lust to die at once.

Fuck me with your eyes open
because I like swapping between lovers while I come.
I get bored easily.
Fuck me with your eyes open
so i can pretend to look into the depths of you.

You're making love
I'm making memories.
Because sometimes,
the internet is down
and I wanna have a backup.

I'm home.
I don't need to be pretty anymore.
I don't need to look happy anymore.

Have you ever been so lonely
you ask a stranger for the time
just to talk to someone?

Once, I killed a bonsai.

Don't tell me when its wrong.
I like it when you tell me something pretty, instead.

Don't tell me truths of this dimension
I'll suck the future out of you.

This dimension is becoming less and less interesting.

Life fucked me in the ass
and didn't even stay the night
I said, she fucked me in the ass.
'twas an accident, she whispered in my tired ear.

She puts her weight on my back.
She doesn't apologise,
I don't pretend.
I don't have to fake it anymore.
It's just us here, she says.

On the corner of my eye
she laughs histerically.

It's not that I'm scarse with words
I just really want you to listen to this song.

You taste like tomorrow
I smell yesterday in here.

I smell all of your future meaningful decisions.

You're gonna think they're oh, so difficult
but all we need is space.

My sex is messy and takes up your whole life.

I'm ahead of you
I'm ahead having fun with your future bad decisions
I'm your luck this year
you're in my lucky year.

I'm in an open world
and you're my next mission.

My missionary sarcasm isn't a coincidence.

With me, you'll learn that nothing really is a coincidence.

I feel like a bad omen,
a widow in India.
Someone crying in an airplane.
A bus driver that just got robbed.
A surgeon who was just abused.

I'm not addicted to anything anymore.

This is boring.

Why am I so upset?

You're obsession, my compulsion.

he was just the right amount of damaged.

so, what's the problem with going wrong?
the awkward moment
only happens in my head.

for him
i'd touch all bases in one day.

[esta cama é demasiado confortável para mim. mas não para ti. dormes enquanto que eu duvido.]

he's like, "i've got just the right amount of low self-esteem"
he's like "i don't trust myself not to damage you. and then we're the same."

instead of talking, he speaks in smiles and looks elsewhere.
I wanna be there when you become the villain.

hey. i wrote a poem about you.
but you're never gonna read it.

some time after;
i don't have to practice anymore.
i don't have to be alert and aware.
everything feels natural
you feel natural to me.

my bullshit detector app has got an internal failure. it beeps when I sigh.

i don't need to check your bodylanguage anymore,
to know i got you.

he had a messy bedroom
and a messy head
he said "don't you go near my insides"

i said "wouldn't i like to try it"
i said "but everything feels so natural
and real"


you don't have to practice your speeches anymore.
don't you be nervous, dear.
i fall in love faster, lately.

i wanna learn you
so you don't have to blush
anymore.