(2014)
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
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 need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
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
