summer in the city,
i’m so lonely lonely lonely
imborrable.
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Esto es un desparramo de vivencias diarias y la oportunidad de hacer más que pública mi vida privada.
hay escritores
y bibliotecariosy talvez yo soy un bibliotecario.
le dije a mi mamá tragándome las lágrimas.
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qué tan agradecida podrás estar con tus estrellas de la suerte
de que todo lo que yo había deseado
no va a cumplirse.
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me da miedo seguir escribiendo
volver a escribir
recordar que tengo esa capacidad
después de ser expuesto ante tal cruel verdad
de que nunca supe escribir en absoluto.
igual, sabemos que estoy exagerando.
fuckmylife.
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i heard that you went out last night
and you looked beautiful just like a bat
beneath the moonlight
i stayed home took a vicodin…and i scratch these words into a black notebook
i wrote your name on top i knew you’d never look
i tried my best to fight the atmosphere
to think the happy thoughts
that leave the phone lines clearand you never write me letters
and you never sent my sweaters
so i could stay warm when i was without you
without you i don’t have…
a place that’s safe from all the monsters
that hide in my head and sing me to sleep
i think…. this is the last straw (she said).
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she’s shallow like the shoreline during low tide
but my hopes are not quite as high
can’t spot her faults but she spotted mine
she left me for herself
considering i would toogo figure, i’m bigger than that
the battles only halfway done
i might look young
but i’m no less defeated
how’s the weather up there?she left me for herself
considering i would toogood god i wish i was tall
good god i wishgo figure, i’m bigger than that
entre tanto desastre mental
en mi cabeza, por supuesto.
esta canción entre ediciones de código
gritó algo obvio.
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i wake up every evening
with a big smile on my face
and it never feels out of place.when you see my face
i hope it gives you hell, i hope it gives you hell
when you walk my way
i hope it gives you hell, i hope it gives you helltomorrow you’ll be thinking to yourself
where did it all go wrong?
but the list goes on and ontruth be told i miss you
truth be told i’m lyingwhen you see my face
i hope it gives you hell, i hope it gives you hell
when you walk my way
i hope it gives you hell, i hope it gives you hell
you can sing along i hope that it puts you through hell
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