T.v. is the melody everyone replays in their heads
Even when they go to work and make sure all their family is fed
Although what about the souls that couldn't remember what happened late in November
Or who was able to skip ahead to the ending of their lives being flashed in front of them?
I sit here thinkin bout how I can move on and how I can continue writing this part
But what you don't know is what it takes from the heart
Because everytime I take the time and read the signs, to try and finish writing whats on my mind I can't help but lose my thoughts in the drought of this home.
I smell the pozole thats ready on the table but I can't help but think why I was given this life
I think about what my friends could possibly be doing at this time of the day
I wonder what my aunts and uncles would be worrying about and what they would say
About their children who have grown away from the book and somehow all forgot how to cook
Which lead them into the "unholyness" lives they all have craved.
But aside from that is the warmth thats saved
The warmth of his cold hands that make my heart gold.
Music makes me feel like everything in my life is being mold.
