My body has a story of fear on it
And I see it clearly in every gesture
Like when I stopped talking
In the exact way you turn off a tap
My body has a story that recurs
And I listen to it as I look at an open window
I left him standing inside the bed, standing inside
Like in an envelope of a letter
And I dressed it every day in a different way
And then I got used to living there through
And I heard him yell, 'live me, live me, live me
Please burn me like matches.'
My eyes are so absent
What do you say to me, 'you almost don't exist'
How to throw two coins by accident in the middle of a lawn
The vague perception of a life outside
Let me know if you hear me, you see me
Or I'm going to make the mistake again
Staying hidden in my body
My body is a house I carry on myself
Above the walls he wrote what happened
I threw it over an armchair carelessly
As if it were another person's
And I stripped it and gave it to the wind like a flag
I opened it and closed it like it had a zipper behind it
And I heard him yell, 'live me, live me, live me
Please burn me like matches.'
My eyes are so absent
What do you say to me, 'you almost don't exist'
How to throw two coins by accident in the middle of a lawn
The vague perception of a life outside
Let me know if you hear me, you see me
Or I'm going to make the mistake again
Staying hidden in my body
Staying hidden in my body