Have you ever hear of Gide?
I won't advise, it's full of lies.
Trust me, I know 'cos I believed it so.
What was I supposed to do? Turn my back?
Well, that would lack a certain amount of happiness, no doubt.
It's brutal and cruel and inevitable.

It's not my fault so I don't care anymore.
I'm packing up and moving out.
And it's alright 'cos I'll be miles away, trying to find new things to say. To say.

Take me home and tuck me in.
Hold me tight and I just might tell you all I know (I'm feeling pretty low).
Sunglasses and handkerchiefs
I'm chronicling everything that's happened to us, so hate me if you must.
It's easy to do so easy to do, yeah.
And so convenient.

It's all my fault though I don't care anymore. I'm packing up and moving out.
And it's alright 'cos I'll be miles away, trying to find new things to say.
Trying to find new things to say.


*by Di Mundim