Such a deeply poetic stance on a very simple subject
The only thing that heals itself it's a broken heart
I've been whispering in silence while the difference is settled
Outside, and my thoughts
Meander, and come back
Lately I've been growing tired of watching
Exploding volcanos and tape recorder eyes
Probably you're sick of July, getting uglier by the second without any warn
The approach, of violence
Inside, my heart
The story's not even funny
And there is nothing that would justify making a second part
No narrative devices can redeem the over usage of one-liners in the plot
Lately I've been seeing red band trailers on the streets
Lately I've been seeing red band trailers in my thoughts
Lately I've been growing tired of watching airplanes fly