Te quiero
¿Cuánto?
Mucho
¿De aquí a dónde?
De aquí a dónde. Pensar en un momento como un lugar. ¿De aquí a dónde te quiero? ¿Se cuantifica? ¿Se mide? Te quiero de aquí a marte, pero y ¿si nunca llego a marte? ¿Hasta cuándo me aguantas?
Haciéndote desear no saber leer desde 1992
Te quiero
¿Cuánto?
Mucho
¿De aquí a dónde?
De aquí a dónde. Pensar en un momento como un lugar. ¿De aquí a dónde te quiero? ¿Se cuantifica? ¿Se mide? Te quiero de aquí a marte, pero y ¿si nunca llego a marte? ¿Hasta cuándo me aguantas?
mornings in the summertime were always better
so much better
it is in days like these where I think of you,
laying down under the shade that only this sun can create
a cold shadow in a scalding hot
in a rotation of two, performing under protest
being chosen, not assigned
In the standardized (hah!) test that is this business of living, I can’t help but try and copy the answers on your sheet.
sometimes I wonder why
« I break everything I love »
put a twinkle in your eye
I’m alone
I’m on my knees, and I’m alone
Finally, the world has accomplished its goal, and I’m down on my knees
I look up at the distance, used to be so high not long ago.
I’m not even mad at being down here again,
I always said it would be nice to visit,
But did I really have to chase the cheese?
Ahora sé lo que sienten los melones.
That’s what I get
for doing my own stunts.
And here it goes again,
The most prominent proof of the wreckage in my brain.
My lifestyle, driving me places I never meant to be.
I thought deserts were the only ones with mirages,
How did this water get in my ears?
It builds, like a JBL speaker,
And yet there’s no one here.
There it is, the song only I can hear,
It plays every time I am at wit’s end,
where is Sacks when you need him?
The melody fills my ears, yet the fear grows louder,
And then I feel it, the chills in my skin.
Is that your leitmotif?
I am broken, I’ve come to learn
This was news to me,
did you know?
Was it obvious?
Some type of support I turned out to be.
Turns out broken people
are not
the best load bearing beams.
I apologize deeply
for the pain I caused
by not knowing myself.
I see your face,
yet I shouldn’t have
I hear your fake smile,
yet I shouldn’t have,
I see your smirk,
lacking proper ground
might as well
give up my morals
bye
me acerco ahora a las 400 menos 10,
esperando que sea anticipo suficiente,
y reconsiderar publicar nuestra historia en el estado presente.
es hora de darle un toque nuevo a lo pasado,
somos tanto más ya,
¿cuánto se habrá perdido en la sintetización?
hay tanto espacio para jugar.
i’m missing the words to describe the frustration, the tools i have are severely lacking,
cómo se dice todo eso que sientes?
tendrías que irte al latín para empezar a rascar
la complejidad de uno estar
atrapado entre tus dientes.
i was younger, like 20 years ago, used to be that for every fear, there was a love.
in that world things made sense,
i made sense