Lista de Supermercado

Não. Essa música não mudou de dono, não. É contigo mesmo. Só mudou o sentido mesmo. Um amor diferente, agora. Amor de amigo. Sinto sua falta e não entendo direito a sua distância sempre tão próxima. Sua presença ausente. Nunca entendi na verdade. Mas tô meio cansada de ficar tentando entender também. Talvez amanhã eu tente de novo...

"...You're never with me
you're never near me
What time is it?
What time?
Whose time is this?
Give yourself a chance to breathe
I'll give you the room you need

You're never here
You're never near here
What day is this?
What day?
Whose day is this?
Put me in your supermarket list
I'm here, I'm real, it's true, I do exist

Today you may feel a little sleepy
Maybe the morning is too soon
I guess I'll have to borrow
One of your sunny afternoons
But afternoons they never come
There's nothing left for me to borrow

I guess I'll try again tomorrow...

You're wasting me
You're breaking, you're wasting me
Can this be love?
Is this?
Whose love is this?What is wrong with you?
I don't know
No place in you for me
And me, I need you so

And if you want to be by yourself
No one disturbing, that's alright
I guess I'll have to borrow
A little of yourself tonight
But tonight it never comes
There's nothing left for me to borrow

I guess I'll try again tomorrow
It may seem a little hollow
But I'll try again tomorrow

There's nothing left for me to borrow
I guess I'll try again tomorrow..."

(Silence 4 - Borrow)