Pathe tic.

And it's tragic, so pathetic. I'm in love with you and you just don't get it.

Qué bien se siente! No puedo sacarte de mi mente.

Quiero oírte llorar y que me parta el corazón, quiero darte un beso sin pensar, quiero sentir miedo cuando me digas adiós.

Otra vez, [te amo balcón]

They can all get fucked, just stay true to you.

Walking gets too boring when you learn how to fly.

I think of you and everything's allright.

 I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. 


[id]

I'm teachin' myself to believe in the things I don't understand, I don't even know if they're true, that's what dreamers do.

I'm a fragile kind of glass.

Me hice promesas, yo misma me juré olvidarte. Y no tuve fuerzas, sólo las tengo para amarte.

I should go back to Manhattan, it's just a train ride away. I know nothing about leaving, but I know I should do it today.

[te amo balcón]

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be.

Pensando voy andando sin parar, andando voy pensando en avanzar. Supongo que tendré que acostumbrar mi vida a vivir sin su mitad, sola una vez más.