Me Dê

If you have one to spare to subvert me, my dear
Give me, give me, give me
I who have never been so sure, pretend not to read you
But I do read
I just don't know if you want

You who have this maneuver and I don't know how to respond, my dear
Give me, give me, give me
A more sincere reason for me not to have to love you
But I do want to, I just don't know if you want

My configuration
My home
My salt
My consignment
My ritual

I am no longer my loneliness
You bring me continuation
This air of swallowing me
That I have eyes to see you
And hands to applaud you

If you have one to spare to subvert me, my dear
Give me, give me, give me
I who have never been so sure, pretend not to read you
But I do read
I just don't know if you want

You who have this maneuver and I don't know how to respond, my dear
Give me, give me, give me
A more concrete reason for me not to have to love you
But I do want to, I just don't know if you want

My configuration
My home
My salt
My consignment
My ritual

I am no longer my loneliness
You bring me continuation
This air of swallowing me
That I have eyes to see you
And hands to applaud you

If you have one to spare to subvert me, my dear
Give me, give me, give me
I who have never been so sure, pretend not to read you
Give me, give me, give me

You who have this maneuver and I don't know how to respond, my dear
Give me, give me, give me
A more sincere reason for me not to have to love you
But I do want to, I just don't know if you want