El Polvo de Los Días Raros

The sky in my mouth is falling asleep
The world of yesterday no longer belongs to me
I think I hate the city
I’m losing weight
I’m trying to balance, though the anxiety grows
I’m suffering 24/7
I can’t quite find it
There’s never a counterbalance

We’ve entered a circular mode
The ball keeps growing
Our fatal version is over
On a Tuesday the 13th

All of this, after all
Is nothing personal
Begging you for a simple hug
Is getting way too hostile
Juanchito doesn’t live here anymore
It’s a strange summer
Suddenly, the city
Smells way too much like you

A tiny signal
An expensive move
Projecting myself onto others
Is getting way too hostile
Grief tends to be like this
An exact algorithm
Suddenly, the city
Smells way too much like you

I’m miles away from fitting it in
Fear still dominates
Suddenly, the city
Smells way too much like you
I’m holding onto a weird kind of mourning
And I don’t see myself in the market
Suddenly, the city
Smells way too much like you

I’ve flipped around your neighborhood
And searched for you on the rooftops
Suddenly, the city
Smells way too much like you
Sometimes I’ve crazily sniffed
The dust of strange days
Suddenly, the city
Smells way too much like you
Smells way too much.