Sencillo

Must be real sad to be alone in the world
Well, I've always had my music
Alright

Almost never know what I'm gonna write
Woke up further from here and closer to there
I'm fed up, I'll leave it like that
Got two left feet, but my lyrics know how to dance to the beat

Silence is more fragile than trust
On cloudy days is when it's clearer, like today
Several alternatives and none please me
Manipulative shit, if you don't come, I won't go

Not so much appearance, more intellect
It doesn't always look perfect with imagination
Her beauty is a consolation prize
The truth is in her smile and in her conversation topic

Verses aren't free
Not for me who writes them nor for you who listens
Generations stay silent in the face of injustices
And you keep asking me for reasons to keep fighting

Look, simplifying makes it easier
Simple isn't always charming
Unless it's a simple night in the park
Chatting and laughing with music, cigarettes, and liquor
I don't love to hate, sometimes I hated being loved

Love those shivers when smoking without a coat
Frozen at the decisive moment, what a laugh
They just want to reach high because there's snow on the ledge
You'll think clearer when you don't imitate anyone
Acts like he's the best and, in the end, it's just hot air

I have more dreams than desire to sleep
I preferred living through early mornings than waking up early to live
This morning I was throwing up dizzy
Look at me now toasting again
Preference for our tightrope over a well-built bridge
I go to the suicide game and take you with me

Seems like jazz only leaves sadness and loneliness

Grapes come from apples, we tempt the snake
I migrate when my peace is disturbed
Black lights are sought, and there's smoke between my teeth
And in the brain, moments of cruelty

Grapes come from apples, we tempt the snake
I migrate when my peace is disturbed
Black lights are sought, and there's smoke between my teeth
Don't cry, girl, time shows no mercy

I always have Pall Mall and a lighter
And I'll always tell you it's just one for the cold
At least I have a record with random notes lost on Fourth Street
And a disorderly mental sea

I smile every time a verse fits on the first try
It's easy to live happily with pretty lies
I broke the rule since school
Literally and metaphorically, that miss still intrigues me

Sometimes I enjoy watching drawings more than making them
Sometimes, more writing the texts than reading them
Not every dead person becomes a legend
And in life, very few of us will become one

Sounds interesting
Like my mother's blessing, even though I'm not a believer
So I don't go down the wrong path, not knowing that
Because of wrong steps taken, today I write better and think clearly

Again, I didn't hear anything
Had my headphones on, but not my eyes closed
You'd be surprised by the perversities, perversions, and plans
That dwell here, by principle I haven't carried out

No, don't come at me with those tricks
You're just another addict with the excuse of being a poet
And in my hangover, they bring out fitting smiles
They're not vices, they're habits, only fools get addicted

I felt strange missing what I never had
Her lyrics bore me, it's more trendy than literature
Once I regain independence, I'll stop being free
I distanced myself from everyone, except from writing

I was pretty drunk and you appeared on the corner
And we stood there staring at each other like idiots
Page 52, chapter 20, South American publisher
Hopscotches describing my life
As accurate as some others

Everyone is free to search wherever they want
Even if they don't find it

Grapes come from apples, we tempt the snake
I migrate when my peace is disturbed
Black lights are sought, there's smoke between my teeth
And in the brain, moments of cruelty

Grapes come from apples, we tempt the snake
I migrate when my peace is disturbed
Black lights are sought, there's smoke between my teeth
And a hell in the sky of this jazz

I'll speak straight, I came for you
I want to rebuild my life and I want you by my side
You're a lying thief
I only lied about being a thief, but that's in the past
Stealing? (Lying)
Now I'm with a man who doesn't make those distinctions
No, he's very clear in both
You know what your problem is?
Must be real sad to be alone in the world
Well, I've always had my music
Alright

Almost never know what I'm gonna write
Woke up further from here and closer to there
I'm fed up, I'll leave it like that
Got two left feet, but my lyrics know how to dance to the beat

Silence is more fragile than trust
On cloudy days is when it's clearer, like today
Several alternatives and none please me
Manipulative shit, if you don't come, I won't go