Blame it.

. The troubled words of a troubled mind i try to understand what is eating you
i try to stay awake but its 58 hours since that i last slept with you
what are we coming to?
I just don't know anymore.


Claro
basta radiohead
no es que uno pasa por esa situación y clichémente le duele
o le pega
es como mirar una película que te gusta
con esas situaciones
lindas
y horrendas

lindofeolindofeo
una mierda
estoy contenta igual
ahí te conté, listo.

( I get on the train and i just stand about now that i don't think of you
i keep falling over i keep passing out when i see a face like you
what am i coming to?
I'm going to melt down)
(ves?)