The waking took longer than the war 'tween my mind and my blood,
And i’m not sure who wriggled out
I can’t stop thinking : Does politeness make it bearable ?
Or is it just who we are ?
And how much time, in a lifetime, do we waste waiting at traffic lights ?
It makes me sick but i can't remember the way i got here
Born in freedom
Raised in love
Grown an adult
Perishable hopes keep the vultures fat
And the one thing i know, they won’t give them back
Not looking forward to the « good old times »
For i don’t know how to keep all my shit together
I’m just a stack of photographs (x2)
I can’t keep my shit together
And the older i get, the better i am
At forgetting names and faces
I first took these pictures with...
So, I wake up alone
Can’t i play on my own ?
And with the sun,
I make faces to the first silhouettes haunting the streets i walk.
Home. Sun. Concrete burns.
Faces. Curse. Smile.
Where the fuck will it end ?
I guess it’s just morning questions
No way my brain will shut up
I’m burning in a jail of doubts
It’s not so easy to hide
I just don’t know where it goes
I just don’t know where it ends
I just don’t hope I’m alone
Silence is a safe place.
