The Way Things Are

I wouldn’t know what to do with another chance
If you gave it to me
I couldn’t take the embrace of a real romance
It’d race right through me

I’m much better off the way things are
Much much better off, better by far, by far

I wouldn’t know what to say to a gentle voice
It’d roll right past me
And if you chalk it up you’ll see I don’t really have a choice
So don’t even ask me

I’m much better off, the way things are
Much much better off, better by far

So keep on calling me names, keep on, keep on
And I’ll keep kicking the crap till it’s gone
If you keep on killing, you could get me to settle
And as soon as I settle, I bet I’ll be
Able to move on

How can I fight, when we’re on the same side
How can I fight beside you

So keep on calling me names, keep on, keep on
And I’ll keep kicking the crap till it’s gone
If you keep on killing, you could get me to settle
And as soon as I settle, I bet I’ll be
Able to move on

Fiona Apple

Dicen que segundas partes nunca fueron buenas... pero ¿qué tal terceras, o cuartas? He perdido la cuenta. Nuestras cabezas torcidas, nuestras piernas dolidas, nuestros brazos atrapados estaban muertos, como la conversación.

Me dueles en el recuerdo, ahí donde no puedo rascarme si no estás cerca, en el punto ciego de mi nostalgia. Vuelvo a ti, englorietado, agrietado del frío que cala cuando evitas mis besos, cuando te cubres la cara con las sábanas para que no me acerque. Una y otra noche, te tengo y no te tengo y nunca volveremos a querernos.



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