I remember sixth grade.
Everyone told me you couldn't fall
in love so young. So I distanced myself from you.

I remember seventh grade.
You begged me to come back,
but I told you all the words they told me were true.

I remember eighth grade.
I never saw you even once but couldn't
stop thinking about all the things we used to do.

I remember ninth grade.
I saw you every single day but,
by then, you were with someone brand new.

I remember tenth grade.
You were still with her happily
and I cried. It was all my fault, I knew.

I remember eleventh grade.
You were single and I had high hopes
that once again it'd be me and you.

I remember twelfth grade.
You had graduated the year before
so I saw exactly zero of you.

I remember yesterday.
I ran into you at the store and thought
'this is my chance' until I noticed a girl that was new.

I told her i just wanted to tell her my imaginations
You look like a girl who would listen
Do i take a sit?

Tiranos momentos, se encuentran tan lejos.
Gobiernan las vistas, gobiernan lo nuestro.
Difuso y añejo, de tu rostro, el recuerdo.
Ya pocos y fríos son nuestros encuentros.

Tirano es el tiempo, te mueves tan recto.
Inalterable, ni con el mejor beso.
Te esfumas, te aprieto, te escurres de nuevo.
Por favor, sólo este instante deseo.

Y ella, pospone la visita, a mí, enfermo.
Por simples deberes.
Compromisos, trabajos o  paseos.

Nuestra despedida, desatada nos viene.
Aprovecha, estoy todavía despierto.
Hay algo que aún no comprendes.
Lo mio por ti, no es eterno.

Estoy aquí, aguardando el llamado.
Ven cuanto antes, que te quiero.
Te espero, te espero escribiendo.

You took me dancing by the harbour
after snow fell the night, covering
sand and sea in white for an instant
mist in my eyes, as we twirled

towards dizziness held
by the heated pressure of your right
hand posed on my back
the seat of my emotions pressed

against your chest, blind
to others the cold
breeze a scorching ray,
hitting violently on pins and needles

skin an awkward sensation,
confusing ice for fire,
strikes for strokes,
your attention for love.

it seems like such a haze
my past has been set ablaze
i went on my very first date
in three years and the whole
time i was wondering back
to what it felt like when it was
me and you
everything's different this time
and i don't know where i am
floating in between hellos
and goodbyes i feel like
i'm caught in between love
and loss
its getting hard to get by
and i don't know if i really want
to try
with someone new and he's here
telling me about his daddy issues
and i'm thinking about
how you never dealt with yours

this doesn't feel good
goodnight.

Sometime between six and eight o’clock last night
You replaced my lungs with TV static
It crackles and fizzles and won’t let me sleep
Sending shivers and shocks though my body

At exactly 9 o’clock when you left me at my door
You placed a tiny pebble inside my throat
Constricting my words and my breath, and it won’t go away
Maybe you’ll take it away when I see you again

No, I do not take any drugs except bitter pills
I am not a heavy drinker except of tea and rain
I am not vaccinated against vulnerability (my mistake)
But if you would kindly remove the heart, I’ll be going then