Aire

One hungover night trying to wake up
I noticed that from my belly button I was starting to deflate
That my body was wrinkling like parchment paper
And I was transitioning, how curious, to the gaseous state

And after the metamorphosis, I felt much better
It was a dark gray air with a lot of pollution
It was noticeable in any case that it was city air
Which, although not the healthiest, is preferred by humans

Air, I dreamed for a moment that I was air
Oxygen, nitrogen, and argon
Without a defined shape or color
I was flying air

Since I am very aware even in this situation
I decided to be consistent with my new dimension
And I tried to be breathed by the one sleeping next to me
Without going into details, I know how to do better things

As the sexual experience did not satisfy me
The vapors inflated me, I turned into a hurricane
I took about three or four turns and on the fifth, I got tired
This room is too small for the things I dream of

Air, I dreamed for a moment that I was air
Oxygen, nitrogen, and argon
Without a defined shape or color
I was flying air

And I'm sorry for my girlfriend and the glass I broke
I escaped through the window and dove down
But I had bad luck, and when I was about to soar
I turned human again, don't miss the funeral

Air, I dreamed for a moment that I was air
Oxygen, nitrogen, and argon
Without a defined shape or color
I was flying air

Air