try and read my mind again–
I said I love you in a sales receipt:
I bought your love
– cigarette, 3:00am confession
The cost was cheap
+ two year’s insurance increases my return.
I love you, I said it…
return fee = one burning blanket.
I always tell myself live and learn when I make a mistake.
But am I really learning if I keep making the same mistakes?
Why do I screw up all my relationships up?
or they screw me up.
I think I forgot how to sit
-the art of doing nothing.
Come back to me España,
teach me how to listen, how to breath again.
I’m so picky about my friends
yet I want to be friend with everyone,
why is that?