jueves, 9 de febrero de 2012

miércoles, 8 de febrero de 2012

I want you to know that I'm happy for you. I wish nothing but the best for you both, an older version of me. Is she perverted like me? Would she go down on you in a theatre? Does she speak eloquently? And would she have your baby? I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother, 'cause the love that you gave, that we made wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no. And every time you speak her name, does she know how you told me you'd hold me until you died?.... But you're still alive

And I'm here to remind you of the mess you left when you went away. It's not fair to deny me of the cross I bear that you gave to me. You oughta know, you seem very well, things look peaceful.
I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know. Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity? I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner, it was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced.
Are you thinking of me when you fuck her? 'Cause the joke that you laid in the bed, that was me and I'm not gonna fade.

As soon as you close your eyes and you know it, and every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back.


I hope you feel it ..... well can you feel it?




[Es genial este tema. Más cuando lo tocás tan bien en el Rock Band (H)]

lunes, 6 de febrero de 2012

Kiss me now that I'm older, I won't try to control you. Friday nights have been lonely, take it slow but don't warn me. We'd go out and get 40s, then we'd go to some party.
-Oh really, your folks are away now? Alright I'm coming...

I'll be right there.





[Ok. Te calmás y hacés las cosas bien esta vez]

miércoles, 1 de febrero de 2012

Me pasaron tantas cosas y no me acuerdo de nada, solo del viento y tus ojos, de llorar a carcajadas.
No sé cuánto habrá pasado desde cuando te leía, nunca quise darme cuenta que no era idea mía. Hoy no es que rompa cadenas, solo me doy por vencido, y te perdono todo, por venir y haberte ido.
Si la pena se supera, a mi importa muy poco, no esperaba que así fuera, mi amor, si aún sueño que te toco...
No sé de un tiempo a esta parte, no entiendo cómo pude desarmarme.
Me sobraron tantas cosas que no pude darte a tiempo, o tal vez nunca exististe, fuiste mi mejor invento.

Hoy mis ojos no te ven, hoy mi boca no te nombra.
Nadie sabe qué me hiciste, mi amor, solo mi cuerpo y tu sombra...

No se de un tiempo a esta parte, no entiendo cómo pude desarmarme o cómo termino...




[Te extraño, aunque ya ni me acuerde de tu sonrisa...]