(des.con.tro.le)
sm.1. Perda ou falta de controle de algo objetivo ou não (descontrole da direção; descontrole emocional)
a heart that’s full up like a landfill
a job that slowly kills you
bruises that won’t heal.
in every headline we are reminded
that this is not home for us
where is it?
where is home?
I’m unclean, a libertine
and every time you vent your spleen,
I seem to lose the power of speech,
your slipping slowly from my reach.
you grow me like an evergreen,
you never see the lonely me at all.
without you i’m nothing.
she said “see if it’s still raining I’m not dressed for it, and if you loved me…”
and I interrupt to receive the scowl and stare
but still decided to stop her there.
red wine and sleeping pills
help me get back to your arms
cheap sex and sad films
help me get back where i belong.
