Almost Lover

A Fine Frenzy

Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images

You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick

I never wanna see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should I known you'd bring me heartache?
Almost lovers always do

We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images

And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you'd never ever forget these images, no

I never wanna see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should I known you'd bring me heartache?
Almost lovers always do

I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you're just fine
Did I make it that easy for you
To walk right in and out of my life?

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should I known you'd bring me heartache?
Almost lovers always do

Eu tô tentando...

Eu tô tentando melhorar, sabe?
Tentando segurar minha língua afiada quando vejo as redes sociais, quando ouço certos comentários ou matérias de meios de comunicação.
Tudo isso, todo esse esforço, pra não dar vazão à minha irmã-gêmea-má...aquela que repara mesmo nas coisas, em tudo que (ela) considera errado.
To tentando me colocar no lugar do outro e compreender por que um deputado afirma ser "difícil sobreviver" com o salário de R$ 20.000,00...
To tentando achar a "beleza" do funk.
Tentando encontrar a "delicadeza" e "princípios" em se postar uma foto mostrando o dedo do meio no facebook.
Me esforço pra caramba pra entender o que leva uma pessoa a dar mais valor à grana e status, do que a sentimentos.
Me viro do avesso pra enxergar a graça em se "adequar" à sociedade na esperança vazia de aceitação.

Viu como eu tô me esforçando? Como sou boazinha... :)