Ángulo Muerto

She was actually fourteen years older than me
The truck ran me over
And her eyes like two lit matches
Looked at me scared to step in
For a while in my life
She wanted to tell me
When she was healing another wound
Far from the hurricane

That girl really loved me
She stole my heart right away
Almost without messing up her hair she hit me on the chin
She controlled the timing, maybe
She didn’t even know
I wanted to think
While I gasped in my corner
She let herself be won

She slipped into my blind spot
Like a ninja wandering through my chest
Without leaving a trace

That thing about being in the air is just pure chemistry
Lasts twenty seconds like frog venom
Like El Chapo's escape
Perfect, failed, and fleeting
Like her tentacles

Agony takes the shape of a lion
Tenderness the silhouette of a lady
Like my mother in Asturias with her legs crossed
Suddenly I feel like a jerk writing this letter
With no address
I often wake up in my house like in a boarding house
Everyone already knows I’m one-eyed
That naked I look like an insect
And dressed like a gentleman

That thing about being in the air is just pure chemistry
Lasts twenty seconds like frog venom
Like El Chapo's escape
Perfect, failed, and fleeting
Like her tentacles

When the heartbreak hits hard
And the bullets whistle by
When the pocket creaks
And the Moon gets cloudy
Don’t count me out yet
I just got shot in the wing
The straightest path
Is to hold the gaze
I confess a complex
If you cover my back
Don’t count me out yet
I just got shot in the wing