Rodeos

Rodeos

It's all good,

Why should I beat around the bush?

Sometimes,

I prefer to use my words right.

I’m gone, like always

there’s an empty space left.

Once again, half-naked

with my shame all lost.

Don’t blame me if I can’t wait

and don’t laugh if I still don’t know how to love.

This time, maybe we both can, both of us.

This time, maybe we both can, you and me.

Better this way,

better if we don’t talk

because morning’s coming.

On bikes, the wind is blowing.

What’s up with your wound?

Just as I arrive

I open the door,

the house is empty.

Once again, half-naked

with my shame all lost.

Don’t blame me if I can’t wait

and don’t laugh if I still don’t know how to love.

This time, maybe we both can, both of us.

This time, maybe we both can, you and me.