EL POETA
Humbe
THE POET
Everyone asks me
If I write my songs
If they only knew that the best ones haven't even come out yet
I have a lot to say
So much shit to write
They tell tales of an ending
Where everything will suck
Excuse me, I'll leave you
I may be young, but not stupid
Stop charging so much
It's getting late and there's no money left
I don't ask for money, not a penny
I don't know the words, I just sing them
You say I love you, you say I love you
I don't give a damn anymore
Thinking of you, thinking of me
Saying I love you like that is not for me
And, oh man!
What did I do to feel this good?
I went up to heaven and fell back down
I danced in the clouds, made them rain
I composed with the angels too
I made them a song, come soon
But I started writing while crying
I sang without fear of failing
I sang until I was off-key
There was no one to talk to
I didn't care about anything else
There were more lows than highs
Work, it said, you'll go far
Oh, mom! Oh, mom!
If I continue happy in my bed, writing poems
I am the poet
And, oh man!
What did I do to feel this good?
I went up to heaven and fell back down
I danced in the clouds, made them rain
I composed with the angels too
I made them a song, come soon
