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I still recall every moment, the aura of the room after he’d left it The smell of him on my bedsheets, his after-work stench that he’d leave He had that messy smile that made the metaphors all suddenly make sense I thought we were in love, but he said "please stop naming it” Now the snot trails he left crying on my favourite shirt are dry and I lost it years after to another boy who triеd and tried To seek out odds and ends and trainwrecks, hе said he was unable To be so in love so young, so he left but I stayed grateful There’s a shape in the bed where your body used to be, I don’t know how else to describe it Maybe shake me violent, more violent, maybe leave the stove hot Maybe horses couldn’t pull me away even though they should have Have I let a metaphor become a crutch to keep me up When a scar is what gets carved into you so that you’ll remember next time As I dig for novels, vowels, verses, ways to be quiet without silence Replacing syllables with the history I used to know Night rearranged and the dreams came back, animal boy blue moved in and out of rooms Like he'd never left my head, like everything he ever said Had stayed with me in my body, echoing like a melody "Why do you analyze so much, doesn't your head ever stop?" The dreams are getting worse, they stay thick and heavy hours after You say words like love and laughter, words like holy and forever I wake up and I look through every line in every book I gravitate to the same page, it says: "Your body will never be familiar" As we scatter randomly, the details become dull and colourless Letras de cancionesBut I know there were never enough warm blankets in her house So I slept under the coats, curled into a ball, waiting for morning Waiting for a warning but life gives you no warnings, things just change I took a bus to another town, she left for the coast to become a ghost Or at least that’s what she became to me, someone I only see when I go to sleep But even when it’s a bad dream, it’s always nice to see you, dear And so we sing and swing on tree branches, we have no patterns or lines Or time signatures, just vaseline and vinegar Kissing in the practice room, I remember a time when once you used to love me In the garden so briefly, "hey it's not the end of the world" No one said anything as we gathered again for a last sunrise We couldn't find words for goodbyes, some of us laughed some of us cried Distance is the same as time, it distorts as it defines I don't care if I'm remembering wrong but your eyes were never bluer then The earth hums with an ache that it carries, drowning out our tiny bodies While we beg for a meteor or a messenger or at least a word Or at least a way to get through the day, and the night too, even if they Are not the same for both of us, so we grasp and clutch to the ones we trust And let's get drunk on our favourite colours, waste our way through another summer Then go off on our separate ways, living separate lives again Maybe things just come and go, isn't that what started this (Do you think wounded people can help wounded people Maybe wounded people can’t help wounded people Maybe wounded people can help wounded people Maybe wounded people can’t help wounded people Maybe wounded people can help wounded people Maybe wounded people can't help wounded people Maybe its just like she said: "we're all the same different people") From Letras Mania