Cometas y Estrellas

Spending the night on the rooftop
Flailing like I'm drowning
Only Django really sees me
And makes a space for me in eternity

I'm a full-time stranger
A stuck and discreet sociopath
Still trapped and clinging to my limits
Exactly like I was at 15

I don't resemble anything you think
I'm just a too-vulgar reflection
Of my world of kites and stars
Of airports and worlds

And half-packed suitcases
Of deep songs
Fairground dressing rooms
Smoke sellers
Shaking coins

And it’s pointless to stop and think
It’s pointless to let it bleed
I've crashed a thousand times
Face-first into the same wall

Sometimes a horse, sometimes a cart
Sometimes just both sides
I blink and focus again
It’s so absurd to be real

I'm a fraud at the edge of the cliff
With a blank page syndrome
Still trapped and clinging to my limits
Exactly like I was at 15

And it’s pointless to stop and think
It’s pointless to let it bleed
I've crashed a thousand times
Face-first into the same wall