letra de paris is greyed in - ut kirin
and when the four walls of this apartment begin to break and splinter
domestic life withers
your left bank hipster bullsh-t is torn into tatters
a child has died here
you’re done getting drunk here
the ghost of your girlfriend still cries in the hall there
paris is faded, the colors are greyed in
death makes you jaded
death makes you jaded
and there’s jazz to listen to
with people that talk like you
sprawl on the floor with your b-tches brew and kind of blue
midnight walks to banks of the seine
flanked by the empty wine bottles of strangers
where she jumped in the river
this is the longest winter
that finds you writing a treatise
“how to lose one to illness and the other to depression”
this parisian obsession is reckless
and the city has borders
but survivor guilt’s endless
and there’s days you feel alright about it
can do the day to day bits
and say there’s nothing to be done about death by an illness
all the what ifs are meaningless
apartment’s emptiness is maddening
so you get all your friends together and you sit in a circle
and talk about who won the soccer games
then they’re gone and you’re alone again
the record ends
and you’ve got nothing left to tear your mind away from
what her final thoughts might have been
freezing cold, terrified, darkness enveloping
memories unrememberable and consciousness fleeting
that dying in a dream feeling
a human words are inadequate type of fear
like the worst pain you’ve felt is the width of a hair
and her boiling blood while she’s alone down there
is the length of the ocean from buenos aries to here
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