This house will understand
From dirty clothes on the chairs
And the bed was only half made
From my constant nervousness
From a mocha and a half of coffee
From my inconsistent form
That in the end I'll even eat for you
This house will understand
And the insecurities that return
The television on at all hours
And the magazines you no longer bought
From evenings with friends
That you no longer remembered them
And I will stay in my place, as always
Watching porn and smoking a thousand cigarettes
And to throw my fears and weaknesses at you
And to immerse myself in all those memories to no avail
And I will remain silent and listen to you
On the other end of the phone
Trying to figure out if I'm still important to you
If I'm still important to you
And I will remain in my place as always
Watching porn and smoking a thousand cigarettes
And to throw my fears and weaknesses at you
And to immerse myself in all those memories to no avail
And I will stay in my place, as always
Pulling the world and looking for you in a thousand extinguished lights
And fucking your depressed ex-high school friends
Who keep me company on those most violent nights
This house will understand
From my green dark circles
And from the nights at Veronal
Which look a little like you
To make peace then at dawn
With a 'Good morning, my ex'