quarta-feira, 15 de abril de 2020

Express Ride

Dump my card, balance is done
My seat is occupied for a girl that is gone.
Priority, respect and memories so tight
You were just a time-passing-limited-ride

[-it was no one's fault]

And it is building huge walls that will never go away anymore
And it is building go aways that will never go wall, any less.

(For you , Mr. Passenger.
I kept it on my chest)
I live on the east side, not the west.


1,2,3,A,B,C just won't work for me.
I need to go home, just the 6 fits.
It is. What it is.
Your main bullshit sentence ,
I live on this rule: "cant go trough this"

I still love you,
Everyday.
No country love,
Passport .
Immigrant love,
Mta.

You will never figure how it was hard
You just went back to your opium yard (have you ever left it?)

"Please put your clothes on ,
get up and go, I have to be up early,
just shut the door."

You just wanted to have me, to pull me away
Cats, meetings, griefs, snowing days.

It's cold outside, please put on your layers
Cause nothing is gonna work,  not even your prayers.

One month has passed I know soon you'll be here.
But the next stop is nowhere, so please stand clear.