No duerme más gente en casa/ No more monkeys jumping on the bed

Hoy salí a correr
Porque te tenía metido en cama
Salí
Ya no es más tu casa
Ni tu refugio
Ni tu aguantadero
Ni sos bienvenido

A menos que llames
Y ahí corro a abrirte la puerta
Para quedarnos en un silencio
Incómodo

Mientras me mirás y señalo
Mueble por mueble:
Esta no es tu cama
Este no es tu sillón
Este no es tu lugar cómodo

Apuntando más abajo
A mí pecho
Este no es tu lugar cómodo
Un poco más bajo
con el índice apuntando 

Salí a correr
y no me seguiste
Te quedaste en cama
Con la mirada puesta en otra cosa
Vos solo corrés solo
¿Me escuchaste? Salí

Esta no es tu casa
No te invité.
Vení. Vení te dije.
¿Me estas escuchando?
No te quiero. Salí de mi casa.

Esta no es tu angustia.
Ni te quiero dar lágrimas.
Ni quiero esperar verte del otro lado
Cuando se saca la remera

No estabas hoy
Y no estabas antes
Y me cansé de esperar

Que mania la tuya de estar primero
y no dar nunca el presente 

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No more monkeys jumping on the bed 

I went for a run today 
Because you snuck in my bed.
I couldn't make you leave
So I ran

This isn't your place anymore
Out!
This isn't your home
It isn't your refuge
And you ain't welcome

Except when you call.
Then I rush to the door
To stand in awkward silence
Alone

While you look at me
And I start pointing out
Bit by bit, inch by inch:

That's not your bed
That's not your couch
This is not your safe place

Pointing to myself
To my chest

This is not your safe place
Lowering my hand into a fist

I'm not a safe.
I'm not a place.

Pointing to myself.

I ran
and you didn't follow.
You stayed in bed, lost in thought
Somewhere else, but in my bed

You only run by yourself
Are you listening?
Out!

This is not your home
Who invited you?
Come here. Come back.
Out!
Are you listening?

I don't want you. I want you out.

This is not your anguish.
These tears are not yours.
I don't want to see you
on the other side of that shirt
that he's taking off. 

But I hope to.
So I ran.

And you weren't there.
Not today.
Not yesterday.
Probably not tomorrow. 

And I'm tired. 
Please leave. 

You always come first,
And you never make it.