martes, 17 de febrero de 2009

Chocolate

This could be the very minute
I'm aware I'm alive
All these places feel like home

With a name I'd never chosen
I can make my first steps
As a child of 25 (23....)


This is the straw, final straw in the
Roof of my mouth as I lie to you
Just because I'm sorry doesn't mean
I didn't enjoy it at the time

You're the only thing that I love
It scares me more every day
On my knees I think clearer

Goodness knows I saw it coming
Or at least I'll claim I did
But in truth I'm lost for words

What have I done it's too late for that
What have I become truth is nothing yet
A simple mistake starts the hardest time
I promise I'll do anything you ask...this time



(tenia que llamarse asi, algo tan delicioso...)

3 comentarios:

Amigos de Miroli dijo...

estamos a full con la oda a la comida

Anónimo dijo...

amen!

Anónimo dijo...

ahora que me doy cuanta en la segunda estrofa asumo inconcientemente que ya tengo 23 años, cuando en realidad todavia me quedan unos pocos restos de los 22...

ya lo asumi...el tiempo pasa volando....

eva