BACKSPACE

(Mahyná Cristina Medeiros Cendon Barbosa/Rodrigo Vieira Serra)

I fix my clock

But don’t care about time

In this backspace

She walks as she noted

Something is about to degrade

My face drown in a desk

Papers flying through my life

In this backspace

She talks as she noted

I have none to blame

There comes the moon

In my room

Glass to break

Wounds are in bloom

I drank my noon

There’s no way (out)