En Ti

And I smoke in the night next to the noise
Of the streets full of stories
Eyelids, like sick
No longer offer resistance
And the cats make love
I don't think of you
I think of you
Of you

And some bored dog barks
As always when the shadow falls
All my bones hurt
And a discreet tear
Warns me that I'm crying
I don't think of you
I think of you
Of you

The air oozes the smell of a grave
And the smell of smoke and the smell of a noose
I'm burning my fingers
And the cats don't realize
And a dog licks my hand
I don't think of you
I think of you
Of you