TU

Love, like a deflated elevator, sometimes lifts you to the roof and then crashes down, leaving the echoes of curses and laughter ringing in your ears. He seems to be at rock bottom again, but he still reaches out to her, the one who knows how to get angry beautifully and forgive halfway. Between bites of words and kisses with a hint of Hennessy, a strange tenderness is born, tired, honest, with dark circles under the eyes and gold on the wrist. Each verse is like a conversation after a fight, where instead of apologies, you hear bass, and between the lines, a desire not to let go, even if it's already too late. And there's something achingly alive in that eternal "tu-tu-tu": the attempt not to be right, but simply to stay.