When I told him that passion,
by definition it can not last
How was I supposed to know
that she was going to cry?
do not be absurd, I scold myself,
that explanation nobody asked you
so guard it,
It makes me sick so much sincerity
and that's how I learned
that in stories of two
It is sometimes convenient to lie,
that certain deceptions are
narcotics against the evil of love
I wanted to tell him that chance is similar to desire,
that a kiss is just assault and the bed is a boxing ring,
that caresses that wet skin and blood riot,
they wither when touched by the dirty routine.
I wanted to tell him the truth
as bitter as it was,
tell him that the universe was more
wide that your hips,
he was drawing a real world
not one rose,
but she preferred to listen to lies
pious
And the caresses that wet the skin and the blood riot,
they wither when touched by the dirty routine.
and when the fifth beer speaks to you
from that girl who made me lose
the head explodes:
Are you going to shut up once and please?
and that's how I learned
that in stories of two
It is sometimes convenient to lie,
that certain deceptions are
narcotics against the evil of love
I wanted to tell him the truth
as bitter as it was,
tell him that the universe was more
wide that your hips,
he was drawing a real world
not one rose,
but she preferred to listen to lies
pious
Only among all we can make this a better place :)