Tanta Gente

I’m not really sure of the path
Where I’m going, where to go
I don’t have my phone on me
Nothing to write, nothing to say
Maybe it’ll pass in a year
Maybe I’ll manage to sleep in a bit
Maybe I’m lost forever
Maybe one day you’ll remember me
Even if I stay the same, I’ll do it
Even if everything’s wrong, I’ll do it
I saw you in your blue jeans
Didn’t want to be there before, but now I do
I know the house so well
Where to drink, where to die
The room, the terrace
This country’s always been like this
You don’t live well on drugs, I’m losing the best of me
I don’t know, beauty’s almost the same as being unhappy
I’ll stay the same, I’ll do it
If mouth is a world champion, so am I
I saw you in your blue jeans
Didn’t want to be there before, but now I do
So many urgent hours
So many indifferent people
The usual fascists don’t have
Two brain cells to rub together