11 am

7 am
The garbage truck beeps as it backs up
and I start my day thinking about what I've thrown away
Could I push rewind?
All the credits strewn in signifying the end but I missed the best part
Could we please go back to the start?

Sinto-me infinitamente cansado de estar tão cansado. Não me apetece escrever nem pensar. Vou ali à rua, já volto.

11 am
By now you would think that I would be up
But my bedsheets shade the heated choices I made
What did I find?
I never thought I could want someone so much
'Cause now you're not here and I'm knee deep in my own fear