.38

38, turned out to be a liar
You pulled the trigger in your head
And the demons stayed

One autumn afternoon
The battery ran out
You left an explosion
At the police station's door

The sirens lit up your window
And betrayal felt like a stab
What happened to what we talked about at the psychiatrist's?
If I love you, you love me
Then there's nothing left

It's for you, it's for me
For the liters of alcohol
Of suffering and going crazy under the sun
Of wanting to get out of there and lose control
Of not being able to look at your face without feeling resentment

Thinking that staying still will make things better
I'm trying to get close to you in a downward spiral
The mess got big to turn into a song
It was captured in the pirouette of worthless words
Fuck

Meanwhile, we're left with what little remains
They talk in vain about the presence that never existed
Wasting time in the misery of knowing who you are
You never changed, it was never the intention

The trap was set and caused the tremor
Hidden like a secret where there was never love

In the artist's flow, no mind can resist
The blow of falling, breaking, leaving the family without a trace
If you become street material, acting with malice

The smell of gunpowder lingers like a caress
The pain plagued the back as a warning
It dissipates in short glasses and grinds the pill

There the living remain, enduring greed
The ritual turned into flowers when the news arrived
The heart endures what the vigil allows
Clean are the hands and the worms that suffocate you