Virgin of Ethics

Organizing his socks
Casually
Anticipating the end
Long room
Orange carpet
Wood walls
Fresh nails, an old tiger
Listerine
Coffee
Wasn’t a glimpse
More like cornered inside a Kubrick scenario

He was in doubt but sure about his choice
As most of humans he choose still watching
Even not making part of it, physically anymore
We don’t let things and people go easily
Even when they want to or organically disappears
I mean, die

Making friends, imagining virgins
Art-nouveau nest but more descent inside
The decor is good insidе
We should be more likе that
The cyber room
Cutting fades
Slyly chewing something
Swimming again
Passing over them, always very polite
Not because you need to
But because you are a good man

Inside the bathtub, playing with your belly hair we made some
Promises
I had no idea how serious was that
You show me love
You teach me how to love
You teach me how to be loved
I didn't went well I know and I need to say
I’m sorry again

You still in my head as a very distant long legged memory
Don’t look like you shaving properly these days
I mean, your beard
You have the groove
You have the style
You teach me hard
And
I miss you time to time

Every time I think I’m in love
I remember you and I realise
I’m not
I can’t deal with another you
I love the small details and weird characteristics you have or
Used to have you know
I don’t know nothing about you anymore
And I used to know a lot
I fucked everything and I'm sorry
We would be the perfect couple but
You fucked the whole city
I fucked my brain and yours while you were expressing your sexual desires in secret
We were too young

I miss go out with you in pj's and don’t get bother by none of the nonsense shit they were trying to make us believe
They were kind of right tho, not entirely
We had a good time, shit got weird after a while
I didn’t want to leave you, but yeah was the best idea, We weren't healthy
I was completely blind the last years
Our friends were concern, our family was freaking
Out
Your mom hate me, she don’t even call me when my mom pass away
I notice that day
She's not that nice as you wish and say
Even a evil bitch would call me that day
She'd send me some some cheap flowers with devious intention
Not by love or attention
Not yet simply the tension or social convention but you know

By ethics
Well, it’s just my opinion
I was problematic I know, maybe I’m still a bit
You were dealing pretty well with it for years, taking care
And
I fucked it
I'm sorry again
This should be more groovy and sexy
I was entertained by some eggs when you call
And I always answer calls