(2014)
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste