Russian Red.

 Tell me what it is, it isn’t fair, but I’m wasting time 'cos it isn’t my heart, it isn’t my fault and every situation understands, well, the anecdote of chasing the locations to your doors ’cos I’m wasting time, I’m wasting money again. And all the cigarettes that I have never smoked, and all the letters that I have never sent. He was sitting by the swimming pool but he was scared, ’cos it wasn’t his time and it wasn’t his chance. Getting older’s not been on my plans but it’s never late, it’s never late enough for me to stay ’cos I’m wasting time, I’m wasting money again. And all the cigarettes that I have never smoke, and all the letters that I have never sent.

 

Growing up is learning to say goodbye.

 

Everything started very far away from home, I loved walking on your arm through the city streets and having coffee in any terrace. Only coffee, and in a terrace. It's all about addictions, you know: my three or four, or five daily coffees and anti-tobacco law. And just now that I was beginning to be addicted to you, your shirts, your surfboard, your iPhone.. everything ends up, but everything remains intact in a thousand pieces but fails to break. 

2010

2011

   And as you said,  I am a capricious. You, you, I need, I want.. but it is always tough, we forgot to keep adding.

 

Good times, sun in March, watching with you every sunrise. 

 

PD: ILoveU.

I'm so glad you made time to see me. How's life? Tell me how's your family, I haven't seen them in a while. You've been good, busier then ever. We small talk, work and the weather. Your guard is up and I know why, 'cause the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind. So this is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night and I'd go back to december all the time. It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you wishing that I'd realized what I had when you were mine.