(2014)
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in