Sitting on the wood in the corner, you, me, both of us.
We watch as they move forward and we beat them, standing still.
I don't feel the cold anymore, it makes me sleepy.
The sun goes down, our shadow is darker than ever.
What are you looking at? Bite my eyes and let's walk against everything.
Revolutionize my ideas, pay attention to me.
Don't look at me.
How does so much good attract so much evil? Write to me, touch me, touch me, hug me, put me to sleep.
Make me hate you. COUNTERCRIBE me, cry over me.
Do we walk with our backs to the crowd with the certainty of being wrong?
Let's laugh about love. Let's take...
Let's go back to picking up.
Who exists? Is this the plan that evolution came up with?
I have nothing to say.
Let's look for a bench to see how they advance and we beat them. There, still. You, me and the silence that downtown gives you on a Monday at 7 pm.
To live is nothing other than to burn with questions. I am bored by the definitive.
I start things before I finish others.