viernes, 29 de julio de 2011

tears dry on their own

All I can ever be to you,
Is a darkness that we knew,
And this regret I've got accustomed to,
Once it was so right,
When we were at our high,
Waiting for you in the hotel at night,
I knew I hadn't met my match,
But every moment we could snatch,
I don't know why I got so attached,
It's my responsibility,
And you don't owe nothing to me,
But to walk away I have no capacity

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And there's no way, in this blue shape,
My tears dry on their own,

I don't understand,
Why do I stress A man,
When there's so many bigger things at hand,
We could a never had it all,
We had to hit a wall,
So this is inevitable withdrawal,
Even if I stop wanting you,
A Perspective pushes true,
I'll be some next man's other woman soon,

I shouldn't play myself again,
I should just be my own best friend,
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men,

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And there's no way, in this blue shape,
My tears dry on their own,

So we are history,
your shadow covers me
The sky above,
A blaze only that lovers see

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And there's no way, in this blue shape,
My tears dry on their own,

I wish I could say no regrets,
And no emotional debts,
Cause as we kiss goodbye the sun sets
So we are history,
The shadow covers me,
The sky above a blaze that only lovers see,

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And there's no way, in this blue shape,
My tears dry on their own,

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown,
And in no way,
In my deep shape
My tears dry

sábado, 11 de junio de 2011

Whatcha doing there boy? I'm happy pa. Whatcha you doing with your feet? They're happy too.

lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011

Solamente muero los Domingos, y los Lunes ya me siento bien.
Quién me dará un crédito, mi señor? Sólo sé sonreir.

Orgullo y amor

Los nervios. Sentirse como el orto. No poder dormir. No poder respirar. No poder pensar. Querer romper todo. Esa sensación en la panza de que algo nos hace mal adentro. Ese nudo en el pecho.
Olvidarse de que todo va a estar bien.
La capacidad para sentir es tan grande, y aún así muchas veces se ve bloqueada y creemos que no sentimos nada, hasta que nos peleamos.
El querer a alguien y que te quieran implica responsabilidad. Sabés que podés lastimar. Sabés que podés hacer muy mal. Cómo se hace para hacerlo bien? Cómo se hace para no lastimar? Cómo se amolda uno a otra persona? Cómo se amolda el orgullo?
Supongo que es divertido intentar armar algo. Ir de a dos. Pero cómo se hace? Qué fácil era antes.
Querer tanto que sentís que te ahogás si algo sale mal.
Querer. Construir. Amar.
Seguir caminando agarrados de la mano.
Sigamos.
Juntos.
Y por más díficil que sea, quiero armar junto a vos. Creés que vale la pena. Nunca antes alguien creyó que vale la pena.

miércoles, 6 de abril de 2011

how to save a life

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life