A keresés eredménye

Contorted (With Cake)

I don’t want shoulder blades, I want wings1
To cut through the sky like pizza
I want to save the world like superheroes
But I’m just a mortal like all of you
I’ve never been an adult
I stopped at ten years old
And I’m not afraid to say that my best friends
Are my traumas
I cut my hair alone with my own hands
I put makeup on my face like Indians do
It’s true that at the dinner table I’m never composed
At times I’m more man than woman
I don’t like standing out, mom, don’t worry anymore
I promise I won’t be late, I’ll do the laundry, I’ll turn off the TV
It’s not the moment to die, maybe I’ll wait for tomorrow
 
I choose and go down those stairs
Because I kinda like the difficulty, a curiosity
How do people always prefer the elevator
Me, I never know where to go
And sorry if I ask you again, but how could you
Prefer dizziness over the courage to jump
 
I’m simple and a bit contorted
Like the cake that grandma makes on Sunday2
I’m the dance halls, this is a cemetery
Wanted: father who wants to be one for real
I’m an animal rights activist and then I eat meat
Because I’m weak with pleasures like sex and art
I’m somebody if you’re the ones to talk about it
 
I choose and go down those stairs
Because I kinda like the difficulty, a curiosity
How do people always prefer the elevator
Me, I never know where to go
And sorry if I ask you again, but how could you
Prefer dizziness over the courage to jump
 
And you, hold me like that anyway
And you, hold me like that forever
 
I choose and go down those stairs
Because I kinda like the difficulty, a curiosity
How do people always prefer the elevator
Me, I never know where to go
And sorry if I ask you again, but how could you
Prefer dizziness over the courage to jump
 

• 1. The song’s title is a play on “contorta” (contorted) and “con torta” (with cake).
• 2. She is contorted (“contorta”) like the cake (“torta”)