today’s soundtrack

by catarina clemente

If I was the kind who was inclined to cry 
I’d cry for the strings I cut loose
And I’d cry for the bridges I burned
Just to make myself a little room to move

I’m full up with, lessons learned
And the days that I made just to throw them away
Now I’m closing all the curtains, I’m switching off the phone
Now I Took down all your cameras, and I opened the fridge

And hung from the hinges with the
Eggs and garlic, the cheese and tomatoes, the milk and the beer
The strings and the bridges of a brand new year
The first tear was a note and a note made a song

And I hung the song from the hinges of the door
And I carried on just the same as before
And nothing got different, and nothing got changed
But a new song gets sweeter and simpler with age

If you leave it alone
If you leave it alone
If you leave it alone

It gets sweeter and simpler and softer
and slower and younger the longer
you leave it alone

So I wrote you a note and, the note read
There’s so much good silence in the emptiest heads
I [hunted] my mouth towards pillowless beds
And poured out my brains and my guts into his

And for each dear black sentence a sheer lack of tears
No I don’t want those words back I don’t miss those years
But if I could hold your knees again, under my chin again
If I could kiss your nose us both brittle and thin again

Maybe then baby then I could get light again
Maybe then baby then I could get light again
If I could kiss your toes
Kiss your ribs, kiss your fingers

Well maybe then baby then I could get light and then
I would be liked, I would be liked, I would be liked, I would be liked

Oh but, If you leave it alone
If you leave it alone
If you leave it alone

It gets sweeter and simpler and softer
And slower and younger the longer
You leave it alone

Leave it alone
Leave it alone
Leave it alone

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