(2014)
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
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
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
