In the morning the birds sing.
I may be yellow, I may be blue,
because for me it’s all or nothing.
“Que dramatico!”, that is so true.

“Siendo feliz es una opcion!”
No Mama, I think it’s more complicated.
I can’t get happy, it’s part of ‘mi condicion’,
And my only retreat is to get faded.

Down stairs is like Lucha Libre with you and dad,
I’d rather stay in my canopy.
Who does “IRL” anymore? Online is so rad.
“Solo quiero sonreir.”

Birds can fly; be free overseas.
Asi que me fui.

Hello?

It’s been a while; I just want to say hi.
Work’s great, and I finally got my books!
Free two-day shipping with Amazon Prime.
Good thing I still live with mom; I can’t cook.

Oh my god, remember when we got drunk
That one night? My mom’s still mad to this day.
Speaking of her, she thinks I’m like, a punk.
Just cos’ I ****** my boyfriend. It was great.

My sister is coming to live with us,
and her boyfriend. Ugh, it’s so annoying.
God, there’s so much **** we have to discuss!
So what’s up?... C’mon speak up! Stop teasing!

Sorry, wrong number.

I’m not all sunshine and rainbows.
Just like bananas never stay yellow;
I decay every day when really I should stay
happy for you, right?

I’m the sunlight on a dismal day,
the seagull’s song in the tropic heat.
My boyish grin makes your flowers bloom,
and my ears soak up your sadness.

I wait for release, like a loaded sponge
I leak and I seep and I ooze and I bleed.
I fill to the brim, I splash and I spill,
But my mess is never attended.

On the inside I am a blue lagoon,
truer and deeper than my yellow façade.