domingo, junio 30

HAY DÍAS QUE SE SIENTEN ASÍ.

Heal the scars from off my back
I don't need them anymore;

You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars.
All my nightmares escaped my head
Bar the door, please don't let them in.
You were never supposed to leave,
Now my head's splitting at the seams
And I don't know if I can.

viernes, junio 14

LA PUTA HISTORIA DE NUESTRA VIDA

This morning, you wake, a sun ray hits your face 
Smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction  
Hush baby, speak softly, tell me I'll be sorry  
That you pushed me into the coffee table last night 
So I can push you off me
Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me  

Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy  
Baby, without you, I'm nothing, I'm so lost, hug me 
Then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me
Then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the  

Destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we  
Know that no matter how many knives we put in each others backs 
That we'll have each others backs 'cause we're that lucky
Together, we move mountains, let's not make mountains out of molehills  

You hit me twice, yeah, but who's countin'? 
 I may have hit you three times, I'm startin' to lose count  
But together, we'll live forever, we found the youth fountain
Our love is crazy, we're nuts but I refused counselin'  

This house is too huge, if you move out I'll burn all two thousand  
Square feet of it to the ground, ain't shit you can do about it  
With you I'm in my fuckin' mind, without you, I'm out it..