que rapido

i used to love the excuse
that were all just too
young and stupid
that our mistakes, our heartaches
our thoughtlessness could be blamed
on youth
maybe we didnt know any better
but im starting to feel old lately
and ive been told
im very bright
so i stop making excuses
on a wednesday
ive run all out

i thought you said
you believed in magic
how do I tell you
i love you
as much as i do without
it losing meaning
because every time i say it
i mean it more
is that possible?


you insisted you knew me, that
i knew you better
than anyone else
and its dangerous
i need a tour guide, a
map, ive never been down
these streets before
but im not scared, if
thats what you
think

we were just
young and dumb
she likes to say on sundays
when we close the curtains
and avoid eye contact
and only talk abut the things that
dont need to wait for monday, to
breathe, to get a little
distance, to forget
the sting

im not sure when i stopped
pretending
when this all shook me awake, midnight
isnt a bedtime
its a phonecall
across from my building
a cultural center is going up, designed
by the same designer
as de young
and so im never that far
from home
from you,
and never that far from
pretending