The Bug


I tried, as they told me... to live a different experience, one with a variety of dimensions, one with deeper sensations...

I tried and it felt good, maybe too good... because for that moment I forgot about the other good I had felt before, a well known good, one that I owned every single ocassion...

I tried leaving the bug in my room while I ran outside to explore this other thing, and it felt good... perhaps too good for what I expected...

I tried.. and trying is great... but the taste afterwards felt more like a bunch of nails in my chest, as the excuse for that so shared phrase of living for the not loosing...

I tried but now I wanna go back, to my superficial bug, this condition of not compromising my heart, avoiding the cars that go by and the idea in my head...

... the idea that says that at some point I will have to try it one more time.

Lyrics by Alanis Morissette
You like snow but only if it's warm
You like rain but only if it's dry
No sentimental value to the rose that fell on your floor
No fundamental excuse for the granted I'm taken for
Cause it's easy not to
So much easier not to
And what goes around never comes around to you
You like pain but only if it doesn't hurt too much
You sit...and you wait...to receive
There's an obvious attraction
To the path of least resistance in you life
There's an obvious aversion no amount of my insistence
could make you try tonight
Cause it's easy not to
So much easier not to
And what goes around never comes around to you
To you to you to you to you to you...
There's no love no money no thrill anymore
There's an apprehensive naked little trembling boy
With his head in his hands
There's an underestimated and impatient little girl
Raising her hand
But it's easy not to
So much easier not to
And what goes around never comes around to you
To you, to you
get up get up get up off of it
get up get up get up off of it
get out get outta here enough already
get up get up get up off of it
wake u

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