(2014)
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
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
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
