بلوط

عادت داشتم ازش بپرسم که «من این آهنگ رو دوس دارم. مگه نه؟» یا «این همون آهنگی هست که من دوسش دارم؟»
می‌خندید می‌گفت آره خنگول.
الان یکی از اون آهنگا رو گذاشتم. اما خب نمی‌دونم همون آهنگی هست که من دوسش دارم یا نه.
دلم تنگه همش براش.
هیچم بغض نمی‌کنم
هیچم بغل نمی‌خوام. هیچم نمی‌گم کاش اینجا نبودم. هیچی نمی‌گم
صدای رعد و برق و بارونه همه اینا.
صدای رعد و برق و بارون

Its saturday afternoon,
im driving naked under the rain
Pacific in my right,
Sierra in my left,
smocking shit after shit
writing in my head
making love with the ocean breeze while driving, (i know, its illegal)
heading nowhere
any vista point,
any cafe
any tree
true, but not even sad,
the power of loneliness: fly to nowhere, die in nowhere

I aint virgin anymore
He was handsome all in red
With a cute little tale
and his black stick
I lighted a candle,
He was drinking Merlot
and I was naked,
All naked,
He was laughing
and I was crying
I asked him to do if fast
very fast,
very fast
When it was over, he asked me: “darling, what do you want instead?”
I was naked,
his nails were black,
his hands were cold,
“I ain’t cheap”, i said
He laughed
“Could you erase my memory”, I asked
he laughed louder: “so you are in love”
“No! I am a hater, a real hater” i whisper,
He laughed and put his little cute tale between my legs, my bloody legs,
He erased my memory and left, kissed me and gave me his number; “You would call me soon darling.”
“Never”, I whisper
No, I don’t remember you anymore,
I don’t think of you,
You are not the hero of my epics anymore,
You are a dead hero, a real dead one,
I sold my soul and killed you.
I killed you and drank your blood.
I ain’t think of you anymore
I ain’t think of you anymore

you know what scientists* say when you are crazy in love with someone and s/he doesn’t even care about your existence?
They would say that it is not that important. You just happened to two be in different emotional stages.
It brings everything together. You don’t give a shit about me, not because you don’t like me or don’t want to be around me, it is just because we are in different emotional stages. That’s the answer babe, that’s the answer.
* at least the one I know.

Nobody reads my codes
I used to love coding
Nobody reads my codes anymore
Nobody gives a shit about my coding anymore
Now, I have a box of secrets
Full of codes, full of codes I wrote for you, days after days
I ain’t burn the box,
I just forget the passcode
it was your name, with your birth year at the end
see! i already forgot it
how old are you?

حالا همین امروز که من بعد از هزار سال رفتم استخر
نفس نفس بعد از هر یه بار عرض رو رفتن باید می‌ایستادم نفس می‌گرفتم
به خود تنبلم فحش می‌دادم
تو باید می‌اومدی اونجا
لب استخر می‌نشستی
پاهاتو آویزون می‌کردی
به من می‌خندیدی
لامصب مگه من در مخم رو قفل نکرده بودم
چطوری دم استخر پیدات شد آخه؟

من مرده ام و شب هنوز هم گویی ادامه همان شب بیهوده ست

میگن واسه یکی بمیر که واست تب کنه
حالا ما اگه بمیریم یارو در بهترین حالت ممکن می‌گه: ای وای؟ چی شد مرد؟
تازه شاید یه طفلک هم آخرش اضافه کنه یا حتی بگه شت!

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