I used to love your curly hair
and i used to think our children would inherit it from you
but about the musical taste
they'd share the same passionate love that I have for the blues
Your visions about the world
I have to admit, they kinda scared me too
I couldn't let go of certain mundane habits
I couldn't even bend your point of view

It felt alright for a moment
when your head was resting on my lap
but I think you just couldn't handle
the weight of carrying my dreams on your back

It's ok if you were never ready
to share with someone a piece of your soul
It's ok, I am still not ready
to let you inside without losing control

I used to love hearing your stories
about your misadventures and about the world
they have always taught me something
even though you used to think I was always in another world
I used to love your cooking and the way you used to cook
like an artist without the troubled mind
And specially, I used to love that way you looked
at me like I was something divine

It felt alright for a moment
when you were holding my heart with your both hands
but I am letting you go
wishing that it never had to come to an end