I've got my head but my head is unravelling, I've got my heart but my heart’s no good.

lunes, 5 de diciembre de 2016

The drought was the very worstWhen the flowers that we'd grown together, died of thirst.
It was months and months of back and forth, you're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore.

There was nothing left to do. 
When the butterflies turned to dust, they covered my whole room.
So I punched a hole in the roof, let the flood carry away all my pictures of you.
The water filled my lungs, I screamed so loud, but no one heard a thing.

Ten months sober, I must admit, just because you're clean don't mean you don't miss it.
Ten months older, I won't give in, now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it.

The drought was the very worst,
When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst.

Rain came pouring down when I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe.
And by morning, gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally clean.

Finally clean, 
Think I'm finally clean, 
Think I'm finally clean.

TEATRAL (histrionico)NADA
TRAVIESO (anti-social)NADA
MANIATICO (obsesivo-compulsivo)MUCHO
SUMISO (dependiente)NADA
TÍMIDO (evitativo)NADA

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