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It's way too late to be this locked inside ourselves
In a flash I dropped everything to do what I do best and that’s pick up the pieces of Théo.
The trouble is that you're in love with someone else
It should be me. Oh, it should be me
And he fucking takes off to fuck whoever. He claims he doesn’t need me there, that nothing’s wrong, that he has better things to do.
Sacred parts, your get aways
You come along on summer days
Tenderly, tastefully
Part of me wants to give him up completely and forget he ever happened. Part of me feels like this is the last fucking straw with him. And God fucking damn it!
It's so me, we make time
Try to find somebody else
This place is mine
I still don’t really want anything or anyone else but him. I don’t love anyone else. I never have... not like this.
Oh, how I love you
And in the evening, when we are sleeping
We are sleeping. Oh, we are sleeping
The light flickers off, dimming the room until the shadows on the wall fade into each other. The silhouettes of twisted limbs dissolve into the darkness the way our bodies melt and become one. I bury my way into him, tiny moans like brilliant lanterns guiding my every tender touch.
Outlines of fingertips and groping hands reflect off our pale figures, our fluid movements only visible to each other by the heat that seems to envelope our restless figures. The sweat from our bodies glows like a dew, a wet illumination that drips lightly away like a wax.
"Promise me you'll never leave," José murmurs. I nod slowly and kiss his temple as we sink into each other arms.
It's so me, we make time
We try to find somebody else
Who has a line
How do I keep that promise when he keeps pushing me away?
[lyrics from "C'Mere" by Interpol]
In a flash I dropped everything to do what I do best and that’s pick up the pieces of Théo.
The trouble is that you're in love with someone else
It should be me. Oh, it should be me
And he fucking takes off to fuck whoever. He claims he doesn’t need me there, that nothing’s wrong, that he has better things to do.
Sacred parts, your get aways
You come along on summer days
Tenderly, tastefully
Part of me wants to give him up completely and forget he ever happened. Part of me feels like this is the last fucking straw with him. And God fucking damn it!
It's so me, we make time
Try to find somebody else
This place is mine
I still don’t really want anything or anyone else but him. I don’t love anyone else. I never have... not like this.
Oh, how I love you
And in the evening, when we are sleeping
We are sleeping. Oh, we are sleeping
The light flickers off, dimming the room until the shadows on the wall fade into each other. The silhouettes of twisted limbs dissolve into the darkness the way our bodies melt and become one. I bury my way into him, tiny moans like brilliant lanterns guiding my every tender touch.
Outlines of fingertips and groping hands reflect off our pale figures, our fluid movements only visible to each other by the heat that seems to envelope our restless figures. The sweat from our bodies glows like a dew, a wet illumination that drips lightly away like a wax.
"Promise me you'll never leave," José murmurs. I nod slowly and kiss his temple as we sink into each other arms.
It's so me, we make time
We try to find somebody else
Who has a line
How do I keep that promise when he keeps pushing me away?
[lyrics from "C'Mere" by Interpol]