"Fool you are. People ain't no good."

Tinha lido isto, e da cabeça não me saiu durante todo o fim de semana. Tanto, que resolvi procurar onde o tinha lido. E é isto mesmo, é. E vamos ver no que isto dá. Quer-me parecer que ambos vamos aprender alguma coisa. Muita, muita coisa mesmo. 

Faithfulness, distracts me from my ever changing tastefulness. My mouth upon the richest tongues, I run for this, static at the same time by it all. Common sense can slap me in the face, and yet I calm disent, embarrassed by your obvious indifference, disgusted at the same time by it all watching as my ego breaks your fall.

Don't you know that I've been running from your heart and I feel like you've been running too. Don't you know that I've been lying from the start and I feel like you've been lying too.
Leave you now, can't convince myself that you're the one somehow to free me from this smile I call my loneliness. Stuck inside this need to feel complete, now I've left you standing on your feet.

Don't you know that I've been running from your heart and I feel like you've been running too. Don't you know that I've been lying from the start and I feel like you've been lying too.
Faithfulness is just a little rule we break... still pretending lust was just a fool, we faked, we made...

Da saída de sexta. Das horas tardias a que não nos deitamos. Do alvorecer resiliente que entrava pelas janelas. Do almoço que se prolongou pela tarde. Do regressar a casa para jantar com as famílias. Das oito da noite de sábado. Um novo recorde, pensei eu.

Do muito que há para dizer. Do que fica por escrever. Do nada. Do tudo.

I’m like a soldier with no cause to fight. Playing with bar boys to test you just right. I watch your features, I check for a sign... of some kind of failure, then I feel sublime. Now I know I have to live without you... I can only bend so far. Guess it’s time to make some moves... without you. Now you’ve gone and trashed my heart.

*Nem todas as sextas se fazem sábado da mesma forma... mas eu já percebi que contigo, contigo, o tempo deixa de existir. As horas vergam sob um poder misterioso qualquer que pareces deter. Os minutos deixam de contar. Os segundos deixam de existir. Não sei como o fazes, só sei que o fazes. É assim sempre que estou contigo. Sempre.