coffee stains
bordering her purple lips
next to her umber cheeks
I’m so obsessed
that I can’t move
my soul’s so full
can’t eat my food
oh God, i need some help


oh Lou, I never thought, I never knew
you’ll leave me, but I’ll go find you
you’ll leave me but I’ll find...


the map you changed
the clouds you rearranged
the sky, you made it rain
and my cider spilled just like the truth
still,  you’ll go swerve, you’ll change your route
oh God, I need some help


oh Lou, I never thought, I never knew
you’ll leave me, but I’ll go find you
Don’t leave me Lou I’m meant for you oh oh

I never thought, I never knew
I’m never getting over you
Don’t leave me if you love me too


oh God I need
oh God I need
oh God I need
oh God I need
oh God, how come that we’re innocent?
if love’s an obvious evidence?

how true, you’ve been lonely
so like a bluebird from my window
you came, to beg for my eyes
you flew, for me to see your color
above this city, beneath the bluest skies  

yet, like a bluebird from my window
you should be free
I’m not the cure to your pain, I’ll never be
for to dream of the zenith, is all I do
I see nothing but zenith, how real, how true

If courage is pretty
bet you should award me
as the prettiest lady
with the perfect smile

To you,
if only courage is pretty
maybe, you will adore me
for eating flames, for gnawing chains
for holding tears, for facing years
for diving in your great wave
for swimming against the tide

To me, indeed
courage is pretty
Yet, why is that so, honey?
you do nothing
and you’re still lovely
bet this world should award me
as the prettiest lady
for I’ll never give you up

Flashing lights:
a car that has never been,
to a place that won’t let me in,
to the heights of a mournful dream

Reddish white:
a face staring,
at the rear-view mirror
See? Crying has never been this ugly
Go have yourself some pity
Why won’t you drive back home and let it be?
Go close your eyes and let it dry
One day, it’ll open
Once more, you’ll try

I’ll be back, I swear
Don’t leave, I’ll find you

never did I bloom
stirred by a fork,
stirred by a spoon;
swirled by the laws,
mixed by the tunes
Yet,
my eyes, they made them to watch
My soul, they made them to aim
to win the game,
to never blame,
to never be like them

Why would I hate?
Leaving at eight
Rolling the ball,
nine hours straight
If this gives me life;
a food to my plate
I’d rather fill my cup
and drink on Mondays again
Drop per drop
Little by little
There, go wait for me
I might be late
Yet,
I’ll be there