(2014)
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos