Marco Rossi, Singing through the surgical mask, a melange of drafts and MTV memories and graveyard ashes, some poetry classes and airport signs of where to fly and crash next, where to next, where it doesn’t rhyme artificial intelligence and spoiled millionaires’ complaints:
“You don’t have to call… baby no no,
Cause’ I’mma be alright tonight………. situations..
Cause’ I love you.. you don’t have to call baby no no.
you are my girl..
Situations..
I love you.
Girl you know.
Ohhh ohhhhh…….
I love you.
You are my girl.
Situations.
Come and go.
I stay.
That’s what matters.
Do you?
Still visit, sometimes, tomorrow dawn could be kind and gentle.
Just like we used to, my girl.
That I love so much.
Situations..
Torn us apart.
Girl you know.
We’re better than this.
But you don’t have to call baby no no, cause I’mma be…….”
