Teatro Massimo

Eckhart Tolle, Estee Lauder
De la Renta, Ian Hodder
Sick of hearing: «meet my daughter»
God mom, why did you drag me here?
A bragging-rights handbag you cling to for dear
Life, whatever I’ve never felt cleverer
Ever, however we do need to sever
Ciao bello, love how you can’t say my name
Love how you translate me. I’m a hyrogl-
If i took too my heels tonight
Could I crash into town like a meteorite?
Emboss your image
On my skin, cuz I’m a realist
Embodied lovin'
Know it ain’t real if you can’t feel it
LET’S GET LOST 2NITE!
LET’S GET LOST TONIGHT!
LET’S GET LOST TO NIGHT!
T-t-tear it out but count the pages
Dear Diary, this feels amazing
Around the little towns, my men
Come drink the nighttime from my hands
Baby, I’m so glad you don’t know who the fuck I am!
My voice will linger longer in its deeper sandy strands
The more you let me take it, so show me your unwinding
I will take you home so I can catalog the findings
Emboss your image
On my skin, cuz I’m a realist
Embodied lovin'
Know it ain’t real if you can’t feel it
LET’S GET LOST 2NITE!
LET’S GET LOST TONIGHT!
LET’S GET LOST TO NIGHT!
Emboss your image
On my skin, cuz I’m a realist
Embodied lovin'
Know it ain’t real if you can’t feel it