Cuando salí a mirar el atardecer, fumándome mi penúltimo cigarro morado que me quedaba, estuve a punto de tomar una foto y decidí no hacerlo. Con el celular en los parlantes, y envuelta en una manta, canté lo que pude
and it feels pretty soft to me.
And if it takes shit to make bliss,
well I feel pretty blissfully.
If life's not beautiful without the pain,
well I'd just rather never ever even see beauty again.
Well as life gets longer, awful feels softer.
And it feels pretty soft to me.
No hay comentarios:
Publicar un comentario
hola hola