Detrás de todo este espectáculo de palabras, tiembla indeciblemente la esperanza de que me leas,
de que no haya muerto del todo en tu memoria...

enero 02, 2012

What I want to

I wanna pick you up, I don't care what time
I wanna drive real fast to some place in town.
I wanna stress you out.
I wanna make things hard.
I wanna take your hand.
I wanna leave this bar.
I wanna wake you up on a driving train that led it's tracks down inside my brain.

I wanna hear your band.
I wanna give it advice.
I wanna meet your girlfriend, she sounds nice.
I wanna take you home.
I wanna feel my age.
I wanna freak you out on a different stage.
I wanna show my teeth.
I wanna keep you fed.
I wanna get you drunk and let it go to your head.

I wanna be unique.
I wanna be your kind.
I wanna make you hate me then change your mind.
I wanna wear a skirt.
I wanna make mistakes.
I wanna kill you first then take your name.
I wanna tear you apart.
I wanna make your bed.
I wanna break your heart.
I wanna break your head.

So I guess this means we can't be friends.
Esto siento, más o menos, y por esto mismo muero.