UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Te necesito.

Solo estas mintiendo, solo estas jugando.

Solo dejame solo, vete.

I can actually hear it breaking.
I don't think you could actually fake this.
Is everything really abstract and intangible and am I destined to be on this same path of senselessness and fucking insatiable hunger.
I cannot eat.
But I want to eat.
I cannot love.

I'm not sure I want to, either.

FUCK ME

I don't even want to write.
I don't want to do much of anything.
I just.

I don't
I

I'm lost.

While I - Sleep

You crawled into my bed again.
And woke me as I slept.
My back got wet with pain
Hugged me as you wept

Sleeping made no sense to you
When your dreams were only black
with some hanging innocence
and some voices in the back

You try to numb them down by using anything around

Let's see when you heart goes numb
Count until the feeling comes
Pulls you closer to the ground
The houuuuuurs paaaaaaaaaass

They all knew before we met
This was always meant to hurt
As we opened up, we tore apart, inside.

It's just a nightmare.
It's juuuuuuust a nightmare but

Don't look for me or try to call
Let's hope you never know
You're in that box after all
Filled with dreams that didn't grow

We had a house, some animals.
We had coffee, we made love.
Guess we both were wrong.
But the voices seemed to know

You try to numb them down by using anything around

Let's see when you heart goes numb
Count until the feeling comes
Pulls you closer to the ground
The houuuuuurs paaaaaaaaaass

They all knew before we met
This was always meant to hurt
As we opened up, we tore apart, inside.

It's just a nightmare.
It's juuuuuuust a nightmare

You crawled into my bed again
You'll never let me sleep
Stuck inside my head
Tattoed on my brain

I should have known, before I fell.
To fall more and love less.
Maybe let you stay.
Hugged you as you wept.

Talvez algun día

Te he esperado, más del tiempo que hubiera creído necesario, puedo esperar más.

No significa estar esperando eternamente. Significa dar amor sin condición.
Al final, esa es la base de todo esto, es ese deseo infantil de soñar otra vez.
He seguido haciéndolo, he seguido soñando.
Por eso insisto, por eso estoy vivo. Por eso estoy aquí y trato de hablar contigo.

Esta bien si no estas lista, nadie esta listo, nadie lo espera, muchos tampoco lo quieren.
Solo quiero seguir en donde sea que estés.

Vuelves, vueles y vuelves.
Das más vueltas alrededor
Que la música en el aire.

Estoy cansado de escucharte.
De verte.
De pensarte.
Estoy cansado de transformarte en arte.

Cambiar el estilo de lo que hago para adecuarlo a tu ser.
O tratar de hacerlo, sin éxito.
Ahora probablemente no es diferente.

Yo no pensaba en verano, por lo menos no en el de hace tiempo.
Pensaba en una primavera, sin lógica, nada que preocupara o hiriera.


Y vuelves, la mujer de mi eterna primavera.