i play guitar and
sometimes i find loneliness hard so i
go on a trip and my bed is a ship where i
stay eternally i don’t know
why i am sad maybe i
should drink lemonade
i play guitar and i
feel those hallucinations i’m afraid to
go crazy and to die and i have
consciousness moments
i play guitar and it’s
raining outside and she wasn’t a whore
she wanted to be forgiven she
wanted to talk maybe she didn’t say it all the
pain she got inside so i
told birds to cry
i play guitar and it’s
time to kiss the cimetery flowers
it’s time to die
it’s time to go cause it’s
raining outside