МОТ, ЕГОР КРИД - Шарады
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And like forgotten books on a shelf
That we didn't read
All our feelings are mistakes, needles
They won't let me sleep peacefully
You know, my soul is glad
To snuggle so easily to you
But you're playing charades (charades)
In my head
You are my unfinished gestalt
I am yours, not at all an angel
Wear promises like a shawl
Words are heavier than barbells
You've been tormenting me with riddles for about a year
You are simultaneously my life and the scaffold
Step by step
I myself don't know
How you walked right through my soul, shawty
Leaving a scar upon a scar
We were married
The sounds of Sade are my touch
And like forgotten books on a shelf
That we didn't read
All our feelings are mistakes, needles
They won't let me sleep peacefully
You know, my soul is glad
To snuggle so easily to you
But you're playing charades (Charades)
In my head
Yes, I was your worst mistake
You were my best attempt
Falling asleep without you is torture
Why? Tricky question
And I'm infuriating you again, writing to you again
What's my soul aching for
And how can I fit these great feelings
Into the little letter "sh"?
Step by step
I don't even know
How our feelings became such a cliché
Leaving a scar upon a scar
In memories
The scent of Chanel is my mascara
And like forgotten books on a shelf
That we didn't read
All our feelings are mistakes, needles
They don't let me sleep peacefully
You know, my soul is happy
To snuggle so easily against you
But you're playing charades (Charades)
In my head