Por Delicadeza

You accuse me of always playing for a tie
You accuse me of not putting up a fight
You accuse me of starting every battle
Throwing in the towel

You accuse me of taking you hostage
I accuse you of wanting me cold-blooded
You accuse me of sharpening my aim
Wounding me in the temple

But here I am, as you can see
Saved by the bell
With my name on your target
With your mouth on the apple of Lucifer's tree

Because sometimes just because isn't enough
I prefer to keep doubting
Between the 'depends' and the 'whens'
Between the hard and the soft
Neither so pure nor so vile

You accuse me of embracing you in detail
Shuffling the cards face down
You accuse me of always finding a shortcut
To treat each other worse

You accuse me of never showing my face
You accuse me of spitting while looking at the sky
You accuse me that my weapon only shoots
Ice bullets

But here I am, as you can see
Saved by the bell
With my name on your target
With your mouth on the apple of Lucifer's tree

Because sometimes just because isn't enough
I prefer to keep doubting
Between the 'depends' and the 'whens'
Between the hard and the soft
Neither so pure nor so vile

You accuse me of loving you and not seeking you
You accuse me of setting your head on fire
Yesterday I loved you for the sake of art
Today out of delicacy