À distância
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From a distance
I decided to talk about what was good
Days and nights when I was sober
Next to you
I know, you must remember too
Between one sip and another what remained
Was the troubled memory of something that ended
Just like that
And I don't even know how it started
While I pretend to be
Better than you
I move further away
Than I should be
Blame me for all the good I did
And keep pointing your finger
Upwards, to nothing, wherever you please
It was supposed to be just about what was good
But it's hard to separate the gold from what I couldn't
Enjoy
What was so valuable now doesn't matter
Today I don't pretend anymore
Nor do I think about pleasing
The anguish that remains
Is now fuel
Blame me for all the good I did
And keep pointing your finger
Upwards, to nothing, wherever you please
You don't need eyes to see
What makes you run and never reach
Blame me
And move on.
