Sweet Meta

coffee splattered, your winter clothes tattered
with the memories and recognition of a failing love
you're recognition lost in a system
and you can't even cry out above

so we imitate
we don't want to be beguiled
our risky thoughts intimidate
so lets just pretend a while

restless contemplation, you're trying to matter
and their opinions breed a hostile reconciliation
visions and fears we lock inside
and I can't even cry out above

so we imitate
we don't want to be beguiled
our risky thoughts intimidate
so lets just pretend a while

and can you imagine
a love unaltered by
the prejudice of truth

November 20th (Plan de San Luis Potosi)

What could have been, and should have been
is nothing more than blood loss
so snuggle me into your veins like nicotine and saccharine

my love, our sins, were so explicit

so long, so long
I don't care anymore
you win, and I loose
but I won't forget

qué podría haber sido
y debería haber sido
está nada más que la sangría
róbeme tan lejos, en sus venas, como la nicotina y sacarina

mi amor, nuestros pecados estuvieron mal

so long, so long
I don't care anymore
you win, and I loose
but I won't forget

the needle prick, the scalpel slice, but you didn't think twice

we're just like atoms crashing