And when I ask you,
“Can you hear me?”
I want you to say yes.
Yes, muy bueno
Yo puedo te ollo.
Yo quiero tu to say yes
But you never can
Because tu estas en el agua
Floating around
Like a little baby
Before it’s born
Except, that baby has ears
And it can hear me
It can listen
Probably
If I yell loud enough.
Pero, yo quiero
I want
I want you to hear me
To hear me
But you are in the water
Never listening
Except to the sounds
Of the waves
That don’t even exist
Except to you por que
No quieres escuchar a mi.
All you hear are
the whoosh of the air as you ride by on your bicycle
the crackling of the leaves as you jump into that dead pile, imagining that it is alive
the groaning of the door as you sneak out past three in the morning, unsure
but uncaring
and you can hear me
but I’m muffled by that god **** agua
que tu estas en,
aqui.
Jun 1, 2011
Jun 1, 2011 at 6:23 PM UTC
And when I ask you,
“Can you hear me?”
I want you to say yes.
Yes, muy bueno
Yo puedo te ollo.
Yo quiero tu to say yes
But you never can
Because tu estas en el agua
Floating around
Like a little baby
Before it’s born
Except, that baby has ears
And it can hear me
It can listen
Probably
If I yell loud enough.
Pero, yo quiero
I want
I want you to hear me
To hear me
But you are in the water
Never listening
Except to the sounds
Of the waves
That don’t even exist
Except to you por que
No quieres escuchar a mi.
All you hear are
the whoosh of the air as you ride by on your bicycle
the crackling of the leaves as you jump into that dead pile, imagining that it is alive
the groaning of the door as you sneak out past three in the morning, unsure
but uncaring
and you can hear me
but I’m muffled by that god **** agua
que tu estas en,
aqui.
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