Friday, May 16, 2008

me


I don't want to get over you.
I guess I could take a sleeping pill and sleep at will
And not have to go through what I go through.
I guess I should take Prozac, right,
And just smile all night at somebody new,
Somebody not too bright but sweet
And kind who would try to get you off my mind.
I could leave this agony behind which is just what I'd do if I wanted to,
But I don't want to get over you cause
I don't want to get over love.
I could listen to my therapist, pretend you don't exist
And not have to dream of what I dream of;

I could listen to all my friends and go out again and pretend it's enough,
Or I could make a career of being blue
I could dress in black and read Camus,
Smoke clove cigarettes and drink vermouth like I was 17 that would be a scream
But I don't want to get over you.


Saldremos
Dude
Quién sabe lo que el destino nos deparará
Hoy fue un día de altibajos
siendo the lowest: aquello que me sucedió
siendo the highest: NATIONAL TREASURE 2
duuuude
por fin
no decepcionó, eso es lo que tengo que decir
por supuesto lo único malo es que Llorator no llora no sé por qué si tiene tanto por lo que derramar unas lagrimillas.
Saldremos.

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