Ballata Del Dubbio

Give me a reason to love you when we fall asleep late at night. Not wanting to share you with others, feeling your absence as soon as you leave. To get ready to love, we need coaches before we get killed by the thread that ties our hearts, it's not true that it has a life like senators, at most I offer you a drink, I don't take you out to dinner (nah). As long as we're good, everything's fine, if we're not good, even paradise is ugly. No need to fool ourselves with eyes instead of piercing our hearts, we scrape our knees. Good in bed, waiting for the blossoming outside too. I never said I have the cures, we live alone.. We die a god. Are they really kisses or are we filling the voids, are we untying them or multiplying the knots. Who knows what you think when you enjoy, (who knows) who knows if you think how much you enjoy. It scares me, in the foundations, I feel my heart (I feel my heart) slowing down. Paranoia is here, I let it take me, I stay smoking with the dim light. Take a rose and squeeze it, it hurts. Then put your hand in a jar of salt, pour some tabasco and you can experience a tenth of what it will be like (when?) when everything goes to hell. So I pay attention to the feeling, I change the consonant to repentance. Don't think I'm lying to you, bro'.. If you give a thousand, take a hundred. Used to chronic pessimism, if I drink I think of vomit, if I hope I think of the usual sad ending where I'm left alone in this situation I put myself in. I still have a glass of beer, I have to finish the joint. I'm here in the room sitting with anxiety and a gleaming eye, outside I'm calm like the sea at dawn, I don't even move my lips but inside I have a monster screaming. The ballad of doubt, holding onto nothing or losing everything. But losing is ugly, I want to take everything.. Take everything.