how, i wonder how
how should i confess
that i've been hanging in the hours
dreaming about laying on your chest
how, i ask
and why?
and then?
should i talk to my shrink?
or drown
myself
(in cries)
in the dive of my sink
oh yes i've been
nightcrawling alone
on the depts of my awaken eye
staring as i think
to the abyss on my own
if its worth it to live or die
i've been deliberanting my sins
holding accountable for my tries
but you come faded like your jeans
to my delusional mind of lies
as the fog starts to swell
the silhouette of my unthinkable choice
you come like a dream or a spell
or the sound of your impeccable voice
but the ethereal smoke vanishes itself
and the hours won't stop passing by
you'd be a good memento to be held
if i had any choice but being rotten alive
