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letra de aphelion / perihelion - under the bed

so you should know: when a new day is born other days already died before, and you’ll mourn. so grab it, taste it, crunch it under your feet: grief has no respect for you, no respect at all. no respect at all! nothing is worse than feeling worthless: i learned it hurts to live with both closed fists in my pockets, but i dreamt you didn’t see me. i puked a line of blood just to follow it back home, mouth filled with pollen and leaves. you clamped me with your white bones, a specter in your black dress. sometimes i feel so d-mn far. nothing more than a spit on my face and i’ll just be done for good. you’re nothing less than my everything, migraine k!lls me as i wake up every godd-mned day. stop this bouncing back and forth (i swear i can’t): why don’t you get through your thoughts even though it’s tough and decide to be honest, pride is a mousetrap. the worst things that happened to you are the best times of your life (i know). push fear aside (i’ll try) and learn to float in your sadness, nothing’s unaltered, no. nothing on earth is pretentious enough to be eternal, except for dust, and the hypochondria of a core that stopped spinning. nothing is worse than feeling worthless but you clamped me with your legs. (get through your thoughts even though it’s tough), but one minute i’m fine, and next minute i’m far, where’s pride? when you decide… when you decide to be honest, swim in your sadness. worst that could happen’s getting to know yourself. but i don’t know how. clamp me with your white legs. i never liked this conversation, we looked, we lied, now it’s the end’s turn to gape at us, and it doesn’t lie at all, i fail to grasp your grayscale dress. i’m okay. one minute i’m fine, next minute i’m far, i’m colder than the absence of sound between stars. it takes some nerve to double back home, one just has to admit he’s late. one minute i’m fine, next minute i’m so godd-mn far i could die, i feel so f-cking d-mn far. so d-mn far. i used to be fine, now i’m eaten alive: that’s your secret wish right there, i’m so far. wrap me up in your bone-white dress, i never raised this question for you to respond, but hey, no sweat: i never liked this conversation. come and save me. one minute you’re fine, then you’re colder than the absence of sound between stars: you’re still so f-cking d-mn far. so d-mn far. i dream to be fine, and eat grief alive: that’s my secret wish right there, i’m so far… d-mn far. fight

- under the bed

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