Segundas Partes Entre Suicidas

It's a whimsical afternoon in solitude
I call you, you decide to answer
You haven't taken long to forget what your true friends have told you

That girl you used to go out with
Is losing her mind while dancing
Breaking her six strings while singing
Tying her sanity as she walks

Along the path of the breeze she sings
All the notes she improvises without thinking
That not even the radio tunes into this channel
And a song without seasoning

And what a disaster goodbyes are
Ending in secret lover's kisses
It burns out like a cigarette butt
When only humble ashes remain

Relapses are fake
Second parts among suicides
There's always a coward disguised as a harpy
Who will love the other without mercy or measure

It's a Sunday afternoon with a storm
I don't write to you anymore because I know someone else will
It's seven o'clock and you're on your way to the movies
If you haven't gone crazy already

That girl who faced your thousand demons
One day went to kill them with her sword
She waits surrendered in front of your door
Tying her sanity as she walks

Along the path of haste she sings
All the notes she improvises without thinking
That not even the radio tunes into this channel
Of an unseasoned song

And what a disaster goodbyes are
Ending in secret lover's kisses
It burns out like a cigarette butt
When only a thousand ashes remain

Relapses are fake
Second parts among suicides
There's always a coward disguised as a harpy
Who will love the other without mercy or measure

And what a disaster goodbyes are
Ending in police station bars
And two lost souls get confused
When only a furtive night remains

Relapses are fake
Second parts among suicides
Maybe I'm a coward even if I don't tell you
And in the form of a verse maybe I'll write it to you