(2014)
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely