When i listen to you
I feel  as if I were lending my ears to someone else
Someone who wants to listen to your stories
Someone who is not me
Someone's place I'm trying to fill

When I talk to you
Words seem more complex than Pascal
Deciphering what to say becomes a paradox
Do I shamelessly arrange my cards in the box
Or do I pass the turn to another personality
Reuniting time to form the perfect reasoning

When I see your cherry lips
There's no contradictions
To what I'll will taste
Nothing but what she left
Your saliva, her saliva, and mine
Colliding creating the perfect test
What will be my answer
Do I ignore her manner in you
Or do I make you spit
Until everything of hers cease to exist