A part of you admits defeat,
Stirring up inside of me,
But isn't it just giving up?
This distance fits you like a glove. You try to empty all your thoughts,
But the calculation just seems off. Are you not just standing in the way? Is it easier to keep astray? Cut it out of me, make it disappear. Give it to the one who needs it most. Cut it out.
All desires set to separate. You're vile and filled with bitter shame,
To want something that isn't yours,
To rob it of its purest source. Cut it out of me, make it disappear. Leave me empty like a pearl-less shell. Cut it out. A part of you will choose release. No longer holding to the breeze, And isn't it just giving love? Isn't it just giving love?
(Puerto Lopez, Ecuador 2017)