Just Drink This You see? This could actually work between you and me... Just don't freak out if I stare without talking or if I smile without reason, keep on doing your thing and let me do mine. You see? I could actually stay for a little longer just before words start yelling in a room... Don't freak out if I'm right Don't freak out if I don't move You already know There's shame on your plate and I smile while you notice it. You see? This is already working We could actually get this done.
Spin Bake a cake Dye your hair Learn italian Buy a backpack Smile at strangers Go out dancing Become a bartender Eat more grapes Join an acting group Use red lipstick Get a plane ticket Quit your job Finish that book And then just spin.
Ego I want to apologize Look down as I say I'm sorry For this I've done to you For draging you to this place For steping on you without mercy For filling you with such dirt I want to apologize Just breathe as I say I'm sorry For sinking us in this mud For letting you break that way For dropping stains on your shirt For not listening to you And for hurting you as I did
Loaded We can't ever merge Because she breathes during the day And I beat during the night She carries this weapon all the time and her eyes don't ever rest as if I meant any harm at all And for all they could do together Just all that's contained in a silence moment for her not to stop breathing
Thanks John Every once in a while a song appears like this and it generates a growing faith in my head. Could be a song I've heard before, something a bit familiar, or just a brand new tune; but a song that transports me to that scary, dark and unknown place deep within myself. That place I can't ever find, getting lost every time I try. I can't remember right now when was the last time a song like this came along and did that, maybe if I start thinking I'll come up with many, but I'm choosing not to, because I need and wanna hold on to the pureness of this moment, this moment that's making me travel to my dark place, on a direct flight with no confusing paths, just straight to the truth. Because I forgot the main idea of my only cure to everything that hurts: to express without boundaries. Just leaving behind the fear of breaking things if I come up with one single sentence. Knowing me, and that one sentence would never be enough, releasing this monster that lives inside, a monster that has a name and all, that has become a person within me, and a monster that I just can't hold back... Gotta love it to love me. So tonight, all of that contained in these lyrics, this melody and this song that gave me permission to do this, to just start saying. Take all of your wasted honor Every little past frustration Take all of your so-called problems Better put them in quotations Say what you need to say Walking like a one man army Fighting with the shadows in your head Living out the same old moment Knowing you'd be better off instead If you could only Say what you need to say Have no fear for giving in Have no fear for giving over You better know that in the end It's better to say too much Than never to say what you need to say again Even if your hands are shaking And your faith is broken Even as the eyes are closing Do it with a heart wide open Say what you need to say
Wrong Impressions As in different stages First looks First sensations First reactions As in a level system First moves Followed by first responses And the first rush of excitment Because at that first encounter things look one way but as they move forward in our heads they transform and they don't make us feel as before Because no one seems to hold on to that first impression That first connection That first intent And instead, all we get by the end is a bunch of wrong and distorted impressions
Earning This Bath Not like in some kind of race Where the main point of the process is to get somewhere first Not like that. Because I've been first, second and third... and it really doesn't matter, the sensations can always change. And even when I still find it hard to believe The edge is now farther than before, like those little details in the frames of different memories No matter how hard you try to hold them they disappear. I'm just demanding without persuing Letting go without regretting Loosing without forgetting Because for a moment I felt like they all had me They all kept a piece of me that I just gave away Breaking apart Vanishing as boiling water. Not like fighting for power Power that my head still thinks is worth having Just making a connection between these lines and the inside of me This inside that knows I deserve more More than what I've been settling for. I'm not removing the seeds from the fruit but only eating what feels good in my mouth Assuming these decisions as my own and not something other people made me do with my permission and my permission only.
Probably Me It's probably me... Who thinks way too much about your last phrase Who smiles before telling you the crap that goes through my head The one that would steal your breath if only I had more courage The selfish kind of human that would tear a kiss down The one that would never be allowed in your mind. It's probable me... Who never truly faced the honest side of your words The one that keeps on picking up the crumbs From that wasted essence of bond that once existed. It's probably me... The number you felt like dialing a couple times Who liked more one blink than the other Who you will blame and judge The one that won't ever get what you owe Who will have to feed myself from pending ideas The same person waiting behind a screenWho felt like she deserved a bit of your attention It's probably me... Who chose lemon over cinnamon The one who found herself away from you.
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