Tu grimpais autour de moi comme
Liane
Un nœud toujours plus haut
Et moi, les yeux mi-clos (les anxio, ça)
Je t'adore du bout des doigts

''It's over the house'' she sings
I always thought the house was on fire
Not some kind of break up

I write with no intention of being read
Can't see my letters
Dead letters
Dead as parts of me

My mom was right
Anxio are strong
Can't focus, just sleep
Breathe breathe
In the Dark
of times passing time

Some parts can break
already a blur of dashes in a white sheet: words from my once mute brain
It's coming back
like winter