Octubre

I write out of habit, out of monotony
For love, for a heart in ruins
For my family, for the corner
For the joy that your company brings me
I’m still in the same chair, for a few years now
As time passes, we’ve become strangers
Looking back won’t fix the damage
And I still ask about the people I miss
And what about those who’ve already left?
Some promised they’d come back, but never did
How many things I forgot that they told me
In how many freestyles did they interrupt?
It hurt, some hits from the past
I found you easily, I’ll easily push you aside
What a lie that was, what they told me
'Cause even as time passes, I haven’t forgotten you
I’m a slave to your perfumes
Everything’s going well until Monday hits
I hate the future without certainty
I won’t stop writing until my body goes numb
The smell of October, the poetry
The contrast between the heat and those cold mornings
Forgetting all those things you used to say
Everything boils down to hate and melancholy
Who would’ve thought - that I’d be here
Sharing success with my family
Who would’ve thought - that I’d be here
Sharing success with my family
I write alone most of the time
It’s easier to find my flaws this way
With alcohol, I improve my dialect
And that’s how I understood that no one’s perfect
An expert at escaping when it hurts
I’d rather be alone watching TV
The heart gets hurt like a train wreck
But luckily for me, today is Friday
Yhe-a, today is Friday
Yhe-a, today is Friday
Yhe-a, today is Friday
You barely sleep.