2019

It's a blank paper
That one that I'm getting stain
I'm driving 'till my legs hurt
Sometimes it's better not to say anything
Your smile is an anchor
Between the sea foam and the lunar dust

'Cause I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting for you
All I do is miss you
Yes, I'm waiting for you

I'm holding my pen
Like a lump in my throat
Covered in ink, I drowned
I'm walking 'till my feet are bleeding
I'm smoking 'till I spit blood
'Cause sometimes it's better not to ask anything at all
Your legs are a woad
Between the waves of the sea and the pull of the moon

Yes I'm waiting for you
All I do is miss you
'Cause I'm waiting for you

I'm worried about changes
I'm worried about losses
'Cause I know God made me quiete alone
And I persist to wander off
But I've always end up on my way back home
To you, to receive youf half-love
'Till I found out there's no one at the door
The moon take off its light on me
No clue or hint of glint
Why I'm still dreaming about this?
Fictional life on a fictional dream
Lost at last
To discover that it's fine to be me