if BEARS were BEES
The Black Arts
I guess your ring is more comfortable on my right handit was a little bit too big for my leftBut now I miss it cause' I fidget with it lessAnd probably the only time I ever fully gave myself awaywas to a flat-chested freckled-face in fifth gradeA couple skate late nights seven or eightI never cried as hard as when she went awayI got dumped via telephonealone I rode my bike around the lakelike a penny spiraling down a funneltowards a big whist-charityI lost a part of me, I lost a part of me, I lost a part of meCause' now I'm cold and I sing "I don't care"In too many songs, and I don't long for youI long for television charactersHave we traveled too deep into the black arts to get back?To witches of white and kiss without curses castI have seen your darkness and I can't unsee itWell maybe my real concern is with imperfectionI mean this ring isn't exactly roundand my fingers aren't straight they aren't even the same sizedBut the more I sing the thicker my voice getsand the harder it is to break itLetras de cancionesSo I can always break itAs my range expands the louder I get I can be heard by more peopleMaybe they understand how I hear so musicBut only abuse it, cause' on its way out I always lose itAnd honey I love you even if I don't show itCause' I'm full of life but I just don't know it
From Letras Mania