Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing, especially when I have to watch other people kissin'. And I remember when you started callin' me your miss's, all the play fightin', all the flirtatious disses. I'd told you sad stories about my childhood, I don't why I trusted you but I knew that I could. We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt, I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt.
Dreams, Dreams of when we had just started things. Dreams of you and me. It seems, it seems that I can't shake those memories. I wonder if you have the same dreams too.
The littlest things that take me there, I know it sounds lame but it's so true, I know its not right, but it seems unfair that the things are reminding me of you. Sometimes I wish we could just pretend, even if only for one weekend... So come on, tell me: is this the end?
Drinkin' tea in bed, watching DVD's. When I discovered all your dirty grotty magazines you take me out shopping and all we'd buy us trainers as if we ever needed anything to entertain us... The first time that you introduced me to your friend, and you could tell I was nervous, so you held my hand. When I was feeling down, you made that face you do. There's no one in the world who could replace you.
Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things. Dreams of me and you. And it seems, it seems that I can't shake those memories. I wonder if you feel the same way too.
The littlest things that take me there, I know it sounds lame but it's so true, I know it's not right, but it seems unfair the things reminding me of you. Sometimes I wish we could just pretend even if only for one weekend. So come on, tell me:
Is this the end?
PD: No es por nada que subo esta canción hoy... (sí, meláncolica y masoquista empedernida)
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