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We met on Instagram
We have nothing left to say to each other
But in the end we're here
 
We ran into each other at the Postamat
Without even a verb to spend
Loving is out of style
 
But you come get me and don't let me drive
The ship of my dreams is still hanging there
You leave me alone and don't make me pay
The Chinese dinner and the Negroni at the bar
 
We fell in love on Telegram
We never even saw each other
What's the difference?
 
We go out tonight at the cinema
They're showing a film about nothing
That won't bore us
 
But you come get me and don't let me drive
The ship of my dreams is still hanging there
You leave me alone and don't make me pay
The Chinese dinner and the Negroni at the bar
 
If you knew how easy it is to explain
Telling you with words
Without damn filters
We travel in a spaceship
 
If you saw how easy it is to fly
Life is a shark
And I can't swim
We're just faraway galaxies
 
But you come get me and don't let me drive
The ship of my dreams is still hanging there
You leave me alone and don't make me pay
The Chinese dinner and the Negroni at the bar
 

Two Galaxies

Versions: #2
I've got fifteen galaxies inside of a drawer
They're well-folded between my socks and a mirror
Between all the crumpled dreams and insanity
Of suitcases, in memories and lies
Of milky tears in a glass
With some perfect strangers of a plaza
Who have the desire to leave in order to return
And your scent that smelled of sunscreen
 
I saw you inside a film of which I don't know its name
I lost you inside of an ocean of ambition
I read you in an elementary school book
That now I wouldn't even know how to learn anymore
I wanted to have the courage to surrender
And disarm myself in order to protect you
 
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
I don't want them, I don't want roses for my birthday
I also don't want the fake sympathy
The days are kinda all the same
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
That you speak to me and you tell me that I can't hear you
I've put your heart in a tape recorder
 
I've got sixteen galaxies inside of my chest
That I stare at on the ceiling when I'm in bed
That I found in a concert ticket
And that I lost right inside the airport
Of where you never came to get me
Where I thought maybe it was best to not even believe it
I've realized that I don't know what indigo is
And that I thought that I love you
Without even saying it
Without even saying it
 
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
I don't want them, I don't want roses for my birthday
I also don't want the fake sympathy
The days are kinda all the same
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
That you speak to me and you tell me that I can't hear you
I've put your heart in a tape recorder
 
I've had this heart on just one side on purpose
And yours when it hugs me is a sound box
And my pulse is irregular, an indefinite BPM
From other rhythms and backbeats that I've never heard
It's in this mess that the stars are born,
Freckles like constellations in the skin
 
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
I don't want them, I don't want roses for my birthday
I also don't want the fake sympathy
The days are kinda all the same
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
That you speak to me and you tell me that I can't hear you
I've put your heart in a tape recorder
 
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
I don't want them, I don't want roses for my birthday
I also don't want the fake sympathy
The days are kinda all the same
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
That you speak to me and you tell me that I can't hear you
I've put your heart in a tape recorder