Print

Sometimes it gets freezingThat's the irony in summertimeThe temperature's been dropping since you leftI swear, the weatherman is in on itHe tells me that I should be warmSo I turn this cold I feelInto my sad excuse for an art formSo pardon meMy ideologyAnd my despondency for nowI'm like a car whose battery has been run downI'm stuck in neutral, so push me up this hillI can't make the rest of the way on my ownBecause I'm never going homeI'll take a dive off the highest jump I canJust so I can feel alive againJust so I'm not feeling deadAnd I'll do 90 down a residential streetJust to see if I can still feel anythingCan I still feel anything?You had finally taught me to readBut the books here are written in another languageThat I can't decipher for my lifeLetras de cancionesAnd my friends like booksCast me dirty looksFrom their place upon their shelfDisapproving of how I spend my timeJust worrying about myselfSo pardon meMy anxietyAnd my tendency to disagreeI've been one big cliché the past couple monthsI haven't lived the way I shouldI've been worrying too much about myselfBut that's not what life's aboutI used to think that I'dRather walk out of my lifeThan walk out of my house day after dayAnd while I'm not going to denyThat I still feel like that from time to timeRecently it's easier to say I've been okay From Letras Mania