Ya que no se me ocurría ninguna, me puse a buscar en mi celular, y bueno... salió esto . Sería algo así como confesar que me acaricio el pelo o la cara o la espalda o el brazo para poder dormirme. O que miro atrás de la cortina siempre que entro al baño. O que no me gusta quedarme sola en mi casa. O que no sé nadar. O que ... basta.
Me pone de buen humor escuchar en la radio una canción de Foster the People el primero de enero del dos mil doce a las 6 y media de la madrugada :') .
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Robert's
got a quick hand. He'll look around the room he won't tell you his plan. He's
got a
rolled cigarette. Hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid, yeah he found a six
shooter gun. In his dad's closet in a box of fun things and i don't even know
what. But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you. All the other kids
with the pumped up kicks, you better run, better run, outrun my gun. All the
other kids with the pumped up kicks better run, better run faster than my
bullet. Daddy works a long day, he be coming home late, yeah he's coming home
late and
he's bring me a surprise cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice.
I've waited for a long time yeah the slight of my hand is now a quick pull
trigger. I reason with my cigarette then say your hair's on fire you must have
lost your wits yeah. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better
run, better run, outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better
run, better run faster than my bullet.
