I like it like that. sweet and violet. I like her when she doesn’t understand, when she’s so proud of herself. tough as you wish but still her.

pure nudity in small roads, superficial spirits besides the lights.
no one will never deserve you, higher than most, bigger than what you’d expect I like her but is no love, I’m not so stupid to.

there’s a chance I’ll be back from time to time, like a guest who takes his part and doesn’t really make a fuss out of it.

she could be so everyoneish, so cheapychopy,  but I guess that’s the fate of being on everyone’s mouth.

how much could you fill when you say it, her name.

so easy then so useless, like plastic knifes.

you call me stranger I call you boring you give me stuff I give you some healthy tricks cause oh you’ve got so much to learn my sweetypolly and I’m still asking myself, when falling asleep

would I spend a life with you?