Laura

They have seen you scratching
Sidewalks with your stiletto heels
That you don't leave the bar
That you live among bubbles

That your nose bleeds
That bulimia is your manager today
That there is no varnish left for your almost transparent white
That you inject loneliness

And you sprinkle dust on routine
Ecstasy of happiness and eye drops to the retinas
They said you're out there, showing marks on your forearms
That no one wants to know about you anymore and the catwalks haven't seen your steps
That your self-esteem went to Paris, and the debacle moved into your house

Laura, runway model, do you remember me?
Laura, your first boyfriend in school
Yesterday in a dream I saw, that on the platform
Of the purgatory train they ask who wants to rent

A bedroom in the executive class car
Where God, the devil, and their shrouds play, your future in the cards
If you remember me, I'm the same one who adored you
If you remember yourself, don't hang up this call

Know that I'm still here freezing in time
Waiting for you to say yes, to go to meet you
Laura, runway model, do you remember me?
Laura, your first boyfriend in school

Yesterday in a dream I saw that on the platform
Of the purgatory train they ask
Who wants to rent a bedroom in the executive class car
Where God, the devil, and their shrouds play, your future in the cards

If you remember me, I'm the same one who adored you
If you remember yourself, don't hang up this call