It's just that I don't really know

It was all just a dream, Oh no Yet I wish it was real, All my pets they were there and they smiled Take a shit, it was fine A mí, en lo personal me parece maravilloso poder balancearse entre las cosas absurdas que nos traen todos los días. Ese script del que todos hablamos, lo tenemos retrasado en 27 páginas. Mismas que tienen que ser escritas hoy. Mismas que intentaré escribir hoy. Sin ver Lost. Everybody's so inviting. They've got it in for me. I know It's not that I don't really love you, it's just that I don't really know. ¿Cómo debe terminar el protagonista? ¿Suicidado? ¿Feliz? Siempre he pensado que el suicidio en la literatura es la salida que tenemos cuando un personaje por algún motivo nos hartó. Como la Maga en Rayuela. The hateful things you think you want to say, time will turn them into jokes (Yup.) Yes, it was all just a dream, Oh no Was it real? I don't know (I hope so...) It was all just a dream, oh no, Was it real? I dont know. I hope so, If it was you were all there with me, Overjoyed and at peace. A veces me pregunto si podré encontrar eso que los otros llaman "minivan", o "matrimonio". En el trabajo me dedico horas enteras a vislumbrar futuros inexistentes mientras espero un cheque que está atorado en quien sabe dios donde. Here we go. Can I play? Can I watch? He would like one more night in your life. I saw worlds, they don't stop. They're like us. They go fast, like a sun that's been shot. Las palabras "quien sabe dios donde" son redundantes y sólo denotan la falta completa de sintaxis con que opera mi cerebro. Porque sí, querubines, mi mente prehistórica y previa al web 2.0 opera, de modos diversos, pero lo hace. Everybody at the party shouldn't worry if I'm there. Everybody at the party shouldn't worry what they wear. Cause today they'll talk about us and tomorrow they won't care. Claro que eso sólo lo digo yo. Cuando tengo algún sentimiento filisteo. Le llamé a LA amiga el otro día, tengo más de un mes y medio sin verla, mucho más de lo que jamás había durado sin verla si omitimos ese oscuro período de nuestras vidas del que nunca hablamos. First time around, second took so long, third time's a charm, circle of fourths, five days to rehearse, six to make it work, seven notes in a scale, eight in some countries, nine in fancy keys, ten years we've been friends, eleven seconds to hell and of course, twelve major chords. Te extraño.