(2014)
#Pain
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music