lo de siempre

i love you (siempre) with my mind (more) but my body's still in lima and then nothing needs to hurt nothing can become a feeling i used to spend my hours yearning minutes praying i wont see you then my nights turned simply pretty childlike laughter, quick forgettings of my fear of coexistence and my fucked up sense of peace, but i could never let myself be i could "be", ifwhen they want me so i found someone who doesn't so i left her, when she left me i would love to write about it drowning string oceans between us still alive for not one reason for so much longer than it needs to i write mindless about missing without knowing what i'm missing knowing things i'll do now lonely hearing laughter in the background