Are you gone?
Or is just that you’re dreaming silence in the pale corners of this cold room?
It is dark,
Much darker than last night: now we can feel the burden of each other’s words,
And they’re too heavy for both of us.
What you call my heart
Is just a boy diving in two liters of cheap rancid wine.
Isn’t suicide
The simplest answer to the question ‘how much is this gonna last’?
Well, I know it’s not such a feasible plan.
I ain’t fucking Jesus Christ
Neither someone who can sacrifice his flesh for some human love,
So just stop trying
To show me your wounds waiting for my pain to be a proper cure,
Because pain is an unaimable gun.
It’s been too long
Since last time that we parked on the edge of the road for a fuck.
It was fun
But now I don’t even drive and I pretend to be always too tired,
So I guess you’ll have to jerk-off this time.
I’ve said I ain’t Jesus Christ
But I do carry a cross
Made of untestified self-pity and vices
And silences firing me.
credits
from Destruction,
released June 22, 2016
Music and lyrics by Buck Mulligan
Celia Infante: piano
Buck Mulligan: vocals, guitar, harmonica
Recorded, mixed and produced by Buck Mulligan
Paris, spring 2016
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