Brain




But it's all the same,
I could have foreseen 
that you would act like you are.

Oh so cool you seem,
blending with that scene,
wearing what you think is hard.

I can see you struggling,
boy, don't hurt your brain
thinking what you're gonna say.

 'Cause everything's a game,
always trying to calculate,
trying to look smart but not too smart
to threaten anything they say.



Banks.




Comentarios

Entradas populares de este blog

Un poema casi inventado

Es una niña

El Hombre de los Ojos Bonitos.