(2014)
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
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
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
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
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
