I'm floating away to see where I'm touching, to shout words that I have in my mouth, but there is something that catches me from the knee to the ankle, I think hard and I feel fear, from behind the door, from the handle, to say I'm dissatisfied between a force, while I'm locked out, I watch dreams through the lock, and my punishment is to be in a room with every fool, because I have the ambition to want to look God in the eyes, and my God, just out of the cage, there is the judgment of the people written on their faces, and if I do what is right, everyone applauds, if I do what I want, the children cry, with the face in the mothers' skirts, you know? You have to try to see me when I'm alone, to really understand who I am and how I comfort myself, and that sometimes I'm small, like a bottle, but even a drop makes noise if alone in a bottle. Where were you looking, what I was looking for is not there, it's not there, I just lost time, I almost give up, you ask me how I am, then you ask me if I'm there, you never change your mind, if not, what end will you make, in the middle of everything that I don't recognize anymore, I wanted to be with you, but nothing stays forever, how? I don't need a name if I get lost elsewhere. Sometimes I think I want too much, sometimes too little, sometimes everything scares me, sometimes it's just a game, sometimes I want to disappear, to appear again, without having to say something good, sometimes I'm better at saying what I don't think, leaving things in suspense, seeing them go with the wind, better to be on time than to make an appointment, I always put the others at the first command, sometimes I think if all this is useful, now that I have what I wanted, I know I lost you, now that we have two different lives, each in his own universe, I made a mess, I admit it, and I know, and you know, I don't need words, who we are now, I can't give it a name, but I know that I could never find you elsewhere, what you don't have is not always what you want, and I smoke while I look at the sea from this B&B, I'm more at ease where nothing is mine, and I'm looking for excuses to give me a reason, I go to Gucci to feel alive, sometimes they ask me how I'm doing bro, why do I always feel restless, now that you signed a contract, you should be serene, always an eternal dissatisfaction, let's change the topic, please. Where were you looking? What I was looking for is not there, it's not there, I just lost time, I almost give up, you ask me how I'm doing, then you ask me if I'm there, you never change your mind, if not, what will you do in the middle of everything that I don't recognize anymore, I wanted to be with you, but nothing stays forever, how come I don't need a name, if I get lost somewhere else? Ok, sometimes I would like to go back to when, to feel free, it was enough to skip school and sit in a Liberty, we used to get angry to tell each other what to do, and we used to write, we used to fight on the walls, not on a timeline, I remember a strip of coke above the mirrors, on the contrary, I remember the first time, it blows over us with a nose, I remember the first time, the one who said, take it easy, my grandma, open the door, you pretended that we were sleeping, time flies and takes everything away with it, I'm alone now that I have almost everything, lost between broken things and things that are right, between those who tell me what I should do or what I should have, sometimes I want my fantasy to be enough, at least to drag me out of my suffering, organize my life like a desk, eliminate anxieties like chronology, the world turns and we run after each other, I follow a dream on the tracks of a subway, sometimes it seems to walk backwards, I believed in it more when I didn't believe in it, I do it for my brothers and for those who are here with me, for those who stop me and tell me not to stop, because it seems like you know everything about me, and if I'm down, brother, I swear, you make me recover.