Rutina

Basta!, basta! say no more.

A romper esquemas... a romper corazones!
basta de estudios desenfrenados, de cálculos especulados de promedios inalcanzables, de dudas existenciales del ser o no ser, de Pierre y Marie Curie, conflictos boludos, de llanuras, de celos insensatos, de la espiral del silencio, de darse manija con cosas que no no no y no, de Lopez Jordán, de mesetas y macizos de Brasilia...

por favor, basta!



I can be your liar, I can be your bearer of bad news. Sick and uninspired by the diamonds in your fire burning like a flame inside of you, but is this just desire or the truth?
So shame on me for the ruse, shame on me for the blues...another one returned that I'll never use.

I won't go getting tired of you,

I won't go getting tired of you,

I'm not getting tired...

I won't go getting tired of you,

I won't go getting tired of you,

I'm not getting tired.

Hanging on this wire waiting for the day I have to choose cursed by love so dire. One more boy for hire, one more boy to lend a hand to you...but is this just desire or the truth?