When I saw you shut the door
I thought about jumping out the eighth-floor window
Because she adores me and I can always walk in
It was just time for you to hit T
Check your hair in the mirror, chat with Mr. Zé
And see me falling on top of you
Like an anvil falls on some random cartoon
And then, just the two of us on the cold ground
Spooned together right on the curb
On the asphalt traced in chalk
Imagine what a happy scene
When the paramedics arrived
And the firefighters removed our bodies from Leblon
We'd go to the morgue
Playing at serious, lying there in bliss
Each of us like a popsicle
With the same tag on the foot
In the autopsy you'd see
That I only died for you
When I saw you shut the door
I thought about jumping out the eighth-floor window
Instead I turned around
And ate a whole blackberry pie for dinner