Hands Down

Breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep,
this air is blessed, you share with me.
This night is wild, so calm and dull,
these hearts they race from self control.
Your legs are smooth as they graze mine,
we're doing fine, we're doing nothing at all.

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me, so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury, or wear as jewelry,
which ever you prefer.

The words are hushed, lets not get busted;
just lay entwined here, undiscovered.
Safe in here, from all the stupid questions.
"Hey did you get some?". Man, that is so dumb.
Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear...
so we can get some.

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me, so I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury, or wear as jewelry,
which ever you prefer.

Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember,
I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,
the dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers
and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late
and this walk that we shared together.
The streets were wet and the gate was locked so I jumped it,
and I let you in.
And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me like you meant it.
And I knew that you meant it,
that you meant it,
that you meant it,
and I knew,
that you meant it,
that you meant it.

Re-sentimientos

Una vez que la culpa no es mía, me siento peor que nunca. Creo que cuando sé que chifle toco puedo pensar mejor, puedo arreglarlo... Puedo ver por dónde empezar al menos.
Escucho canciones nuevas y me siento todavía más perdida. Las conocidas no parecen arrullarme tampoco...

Quiero dormir. Quiero llorar. Quiero gritar.
Pero siempre bajo control.
Ocho horas. Diez mililitros. Cincuenta decibeles.

Me gustaría perder el control... pero hasta eso tengo controlado.
Horarios, apuntes, marcadores.
Todo para ver el futuro, predecir lo impredecible.

La ví venir. Bueno, no mucho. No quería pensar en lo negativo, pero sabía que iba a salir perdiendo, después de todo, ni siquiera soy parte del todo que me afecta... O si?
Ya ni sé.

No tengo ganas de hablar(lo) con nadie. Pero siempre estoy yo, ahí en el medio.
Ventajas y desventajas de estar tanto tiempo conmigo.

Echo. Hecho. Eco... Ecoooo?




Cierro los ojos. Abro los oídos. Al menos tengo canciones nuevas, para penas viejas.