She doesn't want us to see She always knew that I would come back It's a matter of preparing She still might have some memories A good thought to hold on to And then it might come to life A new pretentious jargon Of a weasel concept I tried Well I tried to Call this a good hurt Holy shit This is why I absolve my conscience No one else understand my world That's why I'm feeling the slippage I know there is something about to come To come Call this a good hurt Holy shit But now I say Ok anyway Lying quietly on her clean bed Faces turn into neutrality Seeking to contain, seeking to control