(2014)
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be