„You can‘t live everyday as if there‘s a knife on your throat“, my witch giggles shaking her head and handing me a glass of lemonade just as heavy rain joined the thunder outside.
I can‘t?
Sometimes, I don‘t know what to do with these days.
These days that aren‘t the first and aren‘t the last.
When we were just a melody,
and not the final one.
The sun burned brighter,
when darkness was forever.
I thought you and I were gonna die.
I had to feel it all.
Let‘s escape again.
Let‘s escalate again.
Let‘s melt again.
Make me melt,
to forget my hurtful thoughts.
I‘ve mourned you once,
although you weren‘t lost,
but we have bodies,
and the world has traps.
Flowers smell better,
when they were thought dead.
Let‘s escape again.
Let‘s escalate again.
Let‘s melt again.
Make me melt,
before there are no thoughts left to forget.
I‘ve got things to do.
Tomorrow will come.
With flames and with flowers.
But I have a mole on my back,
and I‘ve found the lumps behind your ears.
So…
Let‘s escape again.
Let‘s escalate again.
Let‘s melt again.
Mistress witch writes 