COLONNE SONORE

Accendi la radio, una fredda mattina di fine novembre, la morte nel cuore, letteralmente.

Addosso appiccicata una sensazione di aria nuova, che senti potenzialmente tossica, ma che in quel momento è l'unica che hai voglia di respirare.

Ascolti un motivo accattivante, che leghi alla situazione. 

Sopravvivi. 

Il tempo passa, alternativamente respiri e soffochi. E soffochi. E soffochi. 

E riascolti il motivetto accattivante. In apnea. 

Colonne sonore senza senso per polmoni atrofizzati. 

29-30 novembre + 365
Regret - nostalgia per qualcosa che non è mai esistita.

"I wanna talk to you."
"The last time we talked, Mr. Smith, you reduced me to tears. I promise you it won't happen again."

Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?

I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess I'm a little bit shy
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me without making me try?

I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
I've gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door!

"Getting angry doesn't solve anything"

How can I help it
How can I help it
How can I help what you think?
Hello my baby
Hello my baby
Putting my life on the brink
Why don't you like me
Why don't you like me
Why don't you like yourself?
Should I bend over?
Should I look older just to be put on your shelf?

I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
I've gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Walk out the door!

Say what you want to satisfy yourself
But you only want what everybody else says you should want
should want

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Walk out the door!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Walk out the door!

"Humphry! We're leaving."
"Cha-ching!"