Otto is the Name pt 2

Oh she looks so average
and pretty and lonesome that way
That he can not but help it
to try to put a smile upon her face
And she smiles a little, timid, tender,
says she doesn´t believe a word
And he knows she doesn´t have to,
if she knows her value and worth
Which is basically nothing,
now, when she´s never heard
In a quarter of a second he paints a picture in his mind
That maybe in a different place and a different time
She could´ve found somebody to hold on tight,
to die for, to smile through life
But now she´s here with him
in an alley so dark and quiet
She´s walking with him like he could show the way
and doesn´t worry about the ending
He could easily let go of her, let her go away
But it seems like she wants to hold on,
like she doesn´t want to let go and like
she doesn´t have a place to go
Figuring that out makes him less interested
and he let´s go of her hand and leaves her
He leaves her speaking to herself for a couple of seconds
before she understands that she´s been left alone again
A tender sparkle runs from her eye to her cheek
and she wonders what did she do wrong this time
Little she knows she got lucky that night
´cause she didn´t get sliced
And all that just because of her tender smile,
lonesome sparkle in her eyes and something in her
that said ”I wouldn´t mind to die”
He may have seen it all in just a few lines,
she wasn´t ready to fight enough for her life
And he got back on trying to find a perfect kind
of love that leaves the body cold inside
when the blood isn´t all that he could grind

The Scarp

Hey,

did you say something?
Did you call the one you should´ve not
and forget the names and bucket lists
Just to feel like you could let go

You just explain your own words
and try to find a meaning
Even though your bones know
you´d shiver anyway

Her eyes look like moon beams
and his neck's fuzz feels like love
And they count the words they could possibly say
before the clock turns on their way

To say they´re lonely

"Hey,

you´re lonely"
and empty inside
hollow and useless
as the frozen seashells of the shore

And shortly
someone is missing
and another´s left alone
Nobody´s winning
as they already know

Hey,

did he whisper her name?
While the nights got cold,
and the jokes got old,
did he prompt her?

Even though if he didn´t,
she must´ve heard something
´cause she was ready to run,
ready to say she heard nothing

And hey,

I´m just watching
I´m just listening the wind as it´s breathing
All I can do is let them jump
If they can handle the cold crack
and then
leave them

Trembling their fever,
hypothermia,
7 minutes of luck as they lose it all
and gasp for the last memories of bliss
before they unbind