Mess
Camila Fuchs
A place
Conversations
That fitted each other
Like even squares
And I was moving between them
I was moving in front of them
I was moving behind
And I was moving between them
Moving in front of them
Moving behind
Just shifting
Just shifting
We managed
To arrange the mess
Into the exact same mess
'Cause we knew how important it was for her
To find everything in its right place
Right place