(des) organizado

24 ago. 2011

::: solo para confirmar :::

el Sr. donante no llamó
(y lo escribo pues seguro mi amnesia me la juega en un futuro)



tell me what it is, it isn’t fair, but I’m wasting time,
cos it isn’t my heart, it isn’t my fault
and every situation understands, well
the anecdote of chasing the locations to your doors
’cos I’m wasting time, I’m wasting money again
and all the cigarettes that I have never smoked
and all the letters that I have never sent
he was sitting by the swimming pool
but he was scared, ’cos it wasn’t his time and it wasn’t his chance
getting older’s not been on my plans
but it’s never late, it’s never late enough for me to stay
’cos I’m wasting time, I’m wasting money again
and all the cigarettes that I have never smoked
and all the letters that I have never sent