Do you remember that it was better when we were togheter? So don't live me high, my tears dry on their own.

I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you. You want more fans, I want more stage. My name is Adam I'm you're biggest fan.

ALL I'LL CAN EVER BE TO YOU IS A DARKNESS THAT WE KNOW, AND THIS REGRET I GOT ACCUSTOMED TO. ONCE IT WAS SO RIGHT, WHEN WE WERE AT OUR HIGH, WAITING FOR YOU IN THE HOTEL AT NIGHT. I KNEW I HADNT MET MY MATCH, BUT EVERY MOMENT WE COULD SNATCH, I DONT KNOW WHY I GOT SO ATTACHED. ITS MY RESPONSIBILITY, AND YOU DONT OWE NOTHING TO ME, BUT TO WALK AWAY I HAVE NO CAPACITY. HE WALKS AWAY, THE SUN GOES DOWN, HE TAKES THE DAY BUT IM GROWN. AND IN YOUR WAY, IN THIS BLUE SHADE, MY TEARS DRY ON THEIR OWN. I DONT UNDERSTAND, WHY DO I STRESS A MAN, WHEN THERES SO MANY BIGGER THINGS AT HAND. WE COULD’VE NEVER HAD IT ALL, WE HAD TO HIT A WALL, SO THIS IS AN INEVITABLE WITHDRAWAL. EVEN IF I STOP WANTING YOU, A PERSPECTIVE PUSHES TRUE, I’LL BE SOME NEXT MANS OTHER WOMAN SOON. I COULDNT PLAY MYSELF AGAIN, I SHOULD JUST BE MY OWN BEST FRIEND, NOT FUCK MYSELF IN THE HEAD WITH STUPID MEN. SO WE ARE HISTORY, YOUR SHADOW COVERS ME, THE SKY ABOVE A BLAZE. I WISH I COULD SAY NO REGRETS, AND NO EMOTIONAL DEBTS, CAUSE AS WE KISS GOODBYE THE SUN SETS.

There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard. No song I could sing, But I can try for your heart. Our dreams, and they are made out of real things Like a shoebox of photographs, With sepia tone loving. Love is the answer, At least for most of the questions in my heart. Like why are we here? and where do we go? And how come it's so hard? It's not always easy and Sometimes life can be deceiving, I'll tell you one thing, it was always better when we were together. And all of these moments Just might find there way into my dreams tonight, But I know that they’ll be gone When the morning light sings, And brings new things. But tomorrow night you see, That they’ll be gone too Too many things I have to do. But if all of these dreams might find there way Into my day to day scene. Ill be under the impression, I was somewhere in between With only two: Just me and you. Not so many things we got to do Or places we got to be, We'll Sit beneath the mango tree.I believe in memories They look so, so pretty when I sleep. Hey now, and when I wake up, You look so pretty sleeping next to me. But there is not enough time, And there is no song I could sing, And there is no combination of words I could say But I will still tell you one thing: We were Better together.

Do you remember when we first met? I sure do. It was some time In early September. You were lazy about it, You made me wait around. I was so crazy about you I didn't mind. So I was late for class, I locked my bike to yours. It wasn't hard to find, You painted flowers on. Guess that I was afraid That if you rode away You might not roll back My direction real soon. Well I was crazy about you then And now, the craziest thing of all Over 10 years have gone by. And you're still mine, We're locked in time. Let's rewind. Well all these times, They come and go. Alone don't seem so long. Over 10 years have gone by. We can't rewind, We're locked in time. But you're still mine- Do you remember?

Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy. Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop. You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop. You broke another mirror; you're turning into something you are not. Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry. Drying up in conversation, you will be the one who cannot talk. All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love. They're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world all sussed out, They're the ones who'll spit at you, You will be the one screaming out. It's the best thing that you've ever had; the best thing you've had has gone away.
Don't leave me high, don't leave me high. Don't leave me dry.


This is gonna be the last time I cry for you. The last time I think about your paper dreams, honey eyes. The last time I think about closing my eyes, because I realized I don't mean anything to you. And if I do, I only want you to say it. You're standing there, thinking, listening. If you think you owe me something, just give it to me. I'm here, waiting. But not for you.
Siempre te dije, the more you ignore me, the closer I get. Estás perdiendo tu tiempo, aunque ya me olvidé de los soles y las miradas. Viajes a la luna, canciones, melodías, caminos, juegos, manos, sonrisas, palabras, uniones, extraterrestres, besos, perfección, frío, sol, noches, lágrimas, compartir, parecidos, ojos, miedos, crecimiento, aprendizaje. Las cosas cambian. I wish I was special. Me hacen falta cosas que se perdieron con el tiempo, cosas que no se encuentran en nadie más. Nunca, solo pequeñas cosas. Y hasta que no termine con éstos recuerdos y los guarde para siempre entre escritos, memorias y canciones; no voy a entender la importancia de todo ni voy a poder cambiar. (Casi me olvido de poner el punto final, la parte más importante de todo lo que acabo de escribir, ya que ese punto, esa minúscula partecita de la luz de mi pantalla significa The End)