talking shit about the sunset

if the world is on the sack, then were are my pants?
when the light rush out i won't have time to blast
cause if this would make sence you still wouldn't undestand
and that night at the strat i'd have known what was that
but in the dark of a closed eyes, you tought what?
what you did, said and sang... and, thats right, nevermind
when you fist kissed, and i first listened, thought you're grand
never the less, now you've forgotten, cause you've demand:
that night, when i kissed and tell and sang, i wasn't quite right
sorry, my bad yeah... but fist, pay me back!! can't stand!
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anyway, coming and going, yes i know, its a long way
for someone with nothing to think about, hearing only echoes
facing only shadows and realising just...

de pronto... despues de dejar esta entrada por varios sin revisarla, la leo y ya no me convence... lo que pensaba cuando lo escribi me parece tan absurdo ahora como que mañana esto me parecera absurdo y pasado mañana lo absurdo sera creer que fui absurdo... (absurdo, absurdo absurdo, abdurdo, asbrudo, asbrods,a skjsahdf)...