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On average, the spread between you and the I

That difference flies out of the window just like that insect

Stuck in a trap, from TJ to Carta, there's nothing between except unforseen

Romance between me and mi gata

No puedes hacer nada

And yet still the I am and stillness is too

Easy to miss in the mist of the kiss

I always forgive but nunca lo lamento

And mean it like, hit it and quit it, hashtag that tag

Is what he said after we hit the Hong Kong, just for some pictures

Before dawn, before the beauty of TJ turns people from como estas

To cuanto para vas y mucho de mas

Cosas - gente? - los nunca entiendo

Porque ellos pueden hablar, oh shit, 'lo lamento'

Like they never know

But I never know, the bad nor the good, just goods that are people

And he still insists to take pictures of the street signs like he'll never forget

But I still say, regret, is just a minute away a minute a minute away

A minute display of a universal decay

And it's never okay

There goes the sun, and there goes the son and the daughter and father and mother

And soon, you, will follow the words to the ground, 6 feet underneath

You think that beneath all that depth is more than a lie?

Shit, at least, that insect can fly