Media Tinta

You’ve broken in two, what I once wanted to take off like a paper plane
With the intention of seeing you breathe, our call gets cut off at your border
We’re just four fools holding up the frame of a room

You say it’s me, who’s overflowing with bouquets in every corner
And even if I keep my gaze up, at 180 degrees, it’ll turn its back
And it’s like a burning half-moon crying, that’s been split in two

We’ve got half an ink of a line
That could define our song

And I won’t know who I am or if we’ll be
We’ve hit rock bottom and haven’t found a cure
You, who were that idiot, shoot me in the mouth and when no one can see
You throw me another kiss on our skin

I’ve made peace with the sky
And you make me see stars when I step on our ground
You, who were that idiot, I declare myself that crazy girl
Who once wanted to understand you
And the ashes fly on your skin

Now I’m talking
Because even though we hardly know each other, I already call you love
With the intention of not drowning you, our call got cut off at my border
We’re just four fools holding a frame that fits two

You say it’s me
Who shuts out everyone who opens their heart to him
And even if I keep my gaze up, at 180 degrees, your guardian angel
You know well that another half-moon cries and it’s been split in two

We’ve got half an ink of a line
That could define our song

And I won’t know who I am or if we’ll be
We’ve hit rock bottom and haven’t found a cure
You, who were that idiot, shoot me in the mouth and when no one can see
You throw me another kiss on our skin

I’ve made peace with the sky
And you make me see stars when I step on our ground
You, who were that idiot, I declare myself that crazy girl
Who once wanted to understand you
And the ashes fly on your skin