Marvin Big Potato

I’m your shadow

When you look at me
I run away and hide
to lock the shame I feel

Oh sure, I feel so alive
waiting in my beehive
good, so good
standing behind you.

I’d rather crawl on the wall
than risking the fall.

Wake me

Bones and coffe,
is what keeps me up
I’m such a jerk
writing nonsense

in the end everyone
are merely friends
and noone is lonely
in curvy bends.

Outlaw in most of the time
on my back bent badly
I lie between the lines
and I tell me i’m doing fine.

Pucci (Scattata con instagram)

Shallow

Looking for personal satisfaction
don’t forget the rules of attraction.

You park your hungry hearts
until it’s time to departs
and sell kisses for cheap feelings
not caring about the meanings.

Wasted time

Wasted time
you are the nipple wich injects me the treatment:

intravenous route is the fastest way to deliver quietude,
asleep my disease,
remove my anger.

I can loiter until my last day,

hope this will happen in may.

Happyness

So thin, so mild
like the joy of a child.

With many cries
then you rise
and the bright inside
is set aside.

It’s gone and broken
like things unspoken,
and can’t be settled
if soul is melted.

Happyness come and go
until our last show.

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company

But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end
Always the end

So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad it was over
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
And you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
…

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I’d done
And I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know…

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
And you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

I used to know
That I used to know
Somebody…

Until they’ll play the goodnight song

The world will remember us
as unwitting fools
who drive the crazyness
through blown brain

Even if I fell wrong
no need to refrain
I’ll find a way to entertain
until they’ll play the goodnight song

We don’t need convalesce
no matter if they don’t agreed
I’ll take what it need

Paranoia

Shape my thought, like wind on the sea
Be the foam which drowns my promises.

Jailed to my bad instinct
you throw bulky junk in my throat.
The way you woos me
make me weak and sad.

Thank you, paranoia, last of my clichè,
you will gently kill me.

In the middle

There are spells and potions
that some wizard used to spread
but they forgot to mention
how you will cry at the end

there where posters on the wall
and some tapes I stole in the mall
indie rock sounds older now
than when you sang it

There are rainy days
when the wind of our lovers
make you cry, make you laugh
and stand alone under street lamps

There where desires and despair
in the eyes of those who understand you
no elder who listened
no money that could shut

Now that you have got plenty stories
take the rest of your life to summarize
and put all on a shelf

Lazy keyboard scribbler

Tanned by squared lamps
while outside it’s really sunny
I send letters without stamps

My throne is poor
but I can act dumbly
as people always ignore

and when noone is in the floor
I take short trips with long thoughts
until there’s no more to explore

innoise:

Friends - I’m His Girl

Third step

Travelling in a bubble
of this sparkly life
I slip out of the battle
through many strife

Second step

We are all made of stars
and just as the universe
the space between me and Mars
is as long as this verse