Statues

When you reach twenty
You believe that life is just tequila
And a few lines of cocaine
But when you fall
And the barriers crumble
The sky turns gray

When you reach thirty
You understand that looks
Will never be just looks
Even if blindness is temporary
The mystery of being beautiful
Becomes superfluous

That's why I love statues
They're so apathetic and gray
They never have to answer
When the questions start to burn
They never choke on broken promises
Or see their loved ones turn against them

And I swear to God that sometimes
I wish my blood would freeze
Turn my ribs into marble stone
And my lungs into winter breeze
Because feeling everything
Is a beautiful disease
But it's slowly killing me, on my knees

When you reach forty
You start counting every ghost
All the faces you once loved
And those you hurt the most

And statues never beg for love
They never bleed or pray
They never scream: Don't leave me
When someone walks away
That's why I love statues
Cold shoulders made of clay
They never break their own hearts
Trying to make someone stay

But somewhere in the silence
Between regret and youth
You realize that the cruelest lie
Was always called the truth
You laugh at the chaos
The pills and the fights
The stupid little wars
That you called your wild nights

That's why I love statues
They are queens at not feeling
And it seems that as the centuries pass
They learn to overcome the insurmountable