thelostboyz

In Brazil we were [in love] beautiful.
Hand in hand in the market, the warm honey glow of the street lamps.
We didn't exist. Everything beyond our noses didn't exist.
Face to face, heart to heart, pure feeling.
My body felt like butterflies.

I returned home [to Canada] with only a scar and some clothes in a suitecase.
Skin as thin as the overworn cotton of my t-shirts, I felt hollow.
You didn't give me a number, you didn't give me an address. You gave me a name,
'Celeste,' and said "Have faith, without it we are nothing."
With those words you left me alone in my bed.

Carrying on has been hard work. I can't concentrate on anything beyond that night.
Sao Paulo at its finest, sticky with sweat before we ever made contact.
Back then I thought I was invincible. Now I'm a walking carcass.
Vultures circle overhead, waiting for me to trip, to fall.
One night has turned me into prey for years to come. Something to feed others.

This faith you spoke of is a lost concept. Perhaps years ago, when I first heard
the words, perhaps then it had some meaning. Not today.
Today, faith is foolish. Looking back, there was no loyalty between us.
Looking ahead, I know that perhaps your loyalty lies elsewhere, and I am but a
cheated heart who you hope gets lost in the shuffle. We never spoke of love.

Thank god.