but i guess it seems as i simply ran out of water
i'd settle for any filling for this void, this null i avoid
anything would be better than...
so i just drink what i get
an old sake or what's left
some meanless conversations made to waste
as i slow my pace into some sort of fate
i know i could've learned back in time, it's true
but now it's just too boring to crawl out of this room
or maybe i'm just too tired to stand up and roam
but one day for sure i'll memorize how it tastes
now my face's dead and still
can't neither smile or cringe
but it's just my way to get by, i'd say
as i swallow the rants i can't give away
but this bus won't stop and this book won't read itself
i'm running out of time and i can't do nothing but sigh
they seem worried now, that a crying's been replaced by silence
if only they saw i couldn't care less
so i kind of do what i can
cherish my twenty friends
packing a thousand packs under the amp
so i'll pretend i'm some kind of starving genious or some shit
but i swear i'll love your hate, feed this doubt you can't take
i'll wear the mask you made, i'll be what it takes
as long as i can walk away
and i swear i'll treat you morphine, if that's what puts you to sleep
i'll even make you slip away, quietly and numb
as long as i can walk away
beijo grande pra quem tentar estudar economia política e termina o dia com uma música deprimente. obrigada, conor. obrigada, vida.
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