Текст песни DRUG, Честный, Джиос - Родинки

We grew so tired of saying goodbye, of speaking the words.
I gave you flowers—which means you were real.
If it was good, I remember it; if it was bad, I leave it behind.
If it means moving mountains, I’d give up everything.

Just so you could be there—just so you could find happiness, with sparks dancing in your eyes.
Just so that if anything exists, it means it’s you—right here, right now.
To embrace your warmth while you wore that beautiful dress...
To embrace your warmth—and how perfectly fitting that felt.

And I loved you; I knew it.
If the lights in your windows stayed on, it meant you were up late.
Searching for a new life in the eyes of strangers? Yes.
But if you are here, right now—then it must be the truth.

I found myself amidst the moles on your skin.
You smile so sweetly, it feels as though I’ve fallen in love.
If you are here, right now—then it must be the truth.
And I will kiss you once the whole neighborhood has fallen asleep.

I traced every single mole upon your body.
I smoked all your tantrums and outbursts right out the window.
Ashes on the windowsill—that’s all I’ve managed to accumulate.
But when you’re wearing that bodysuit, I certainly don’t want to be alone.
I traced every single mole upon your body.
I smoked all your tantrums and outbursts right out the window.
Ashes on the windowsill—that’s all I’ve managed to accumulate.
But when you’re wearing that bodysuit, I certainly don’t want to be alone.

What season are we on now? The seventh? Which episode is the finale?
No more voice messages; now my voice exists only in stereo.
Gone are those specific texts you’d wake up to in the morning.
Gone are those warm messages that used to touch you deep down.
And so, I’ll delete them—honestly, for the very first time, with full intent.
Just a copy of a woman—and one that only gets worse with age.
The butterflies in my stomach died off somewhere around my gut.
Maybe love is just bullshit, or maybe feelings are just a load of crap.
How many attempts does it take to find something real?
But, as always, after some time passes—morning brings only melancholy.
I’ve got my life in order now, or so it seems; I’ve charted a new course.
We *could* have been something—but for a leap like that, you don’t need a parachute.
Don’t you ever forgive anyone else on my behalf again.
And don’t you ever fall asleep on my shoulder again.
Never again—don’t you ever pine for me. Miss me.
If I’m not yours, then I belong to no one.
You are my "I want to go home"—but now I am homeless.
There is an abyss between you and me, and it is bottomless.
How are things over there? Starting over... and now, new moles.
The credits roll, the curtain falls; from now on, no more songs are for you.

And I used to trace every single mole on your body.
I smoked away all the antics and hysterics right out the window.
Ashes on the windowsill—that’s all I’ve accumulated.
But when you’re wearing that bodysuit, I refuse to be alone here.
And I used to trace every single mole on your body.
I smoked away all the antics and hysterics right out the window.
Ashes on the windowsill—that’s all I’ve accumulated.
But when you’re wearing that bodysuit, I refuse to be alone here.