Premio de Consolación (part. Natalia Lacunza)

Worse for you
That you are left without our agony
Without our meager balcony
Where we used to guess the birds

Worse for you
That your heart hardly races anymore
That you've stopped taking Lexatin
And you separate glass from plastics

Wine and Prozac
Swirls of clothes
Ice on the sheets
The sheets

You who are handling it well
If you can, save yourself
You still have time

I knew you were a daydream
You had spoiled me
We might be rusty tomorrow
With the consolation prize
Trembling in our hands
Eternal and trapped
But never, never free, no
Not that

Worse for you
That you don't even have one stupid reason left
That you've learned to live with
Your dramas and your high points

You who are handling it well
If you can, save yourself
You still have time

I knew you were a daydream
You had spoiled me
We might be rusty tomorrow
With the consolation prize
Trembling in our hands
Eternal and trapped
But never, never free, no
Not that

I love you
With my states of mind
Which are numerous
And my constant mood swings
For what you already know
Time, life, death

I love you
With this world that I don't understand
With these people who grasp nothing
With the ambivalence of my soul
With the incoherence of my actions
With the inevitability of fate
With the conspiracy of desire

Wine and Prozac
Swirls of clothes
Ice on the sheets
The sheets