stop me if you heard this before

 E eu queria mais alguém pra desabafar os problemas que dizem que eu não tenho. Minhas lágrimas caíam, minha cabeça pulsava, e o Morrissey cantava nos meus ouvidos...

Stop me, oh
o-ho, stop me
Stop me if you think that you’ve heard this one before...

Nothing’s changed
I still love you, oh, I still love you
Only slightly, only slightly less than I used to, my love
I was delayed, I was way-laid
An emergency stop
I smelt the last ten seconds of life
I crashed down on the crossbar
And the pain was enough
to make a shy, bald, buddhist reflect
And plan a mass murder
Who said I’d lied to her?
Oh, who said I’d lied? because I never... I never!

 I was detained, I was restrained
And broke my spleen, and broke my knee
and then he really laced into me
Friday night in out-patients

Who said I’d lied to her? And so I drank one
It became four
And when I fell on the floor I drank more...






E eu sentia que não era bastante uma noite de vinho. E que isso tudo era mais apenas uma noite sozinho, ferido, sangrando.

 





 E a letra, unida de cada nota, cada grave, cada grito parecia cantar cada passo meu. Que agora eu ainda amava alguém, alguém que provavelmente não existia.

Only slightly, only slightly less than I used to, my love.

 Talvez não amasse. Talvez só precisasse amar.