your disapproval cuts through

"Floral Dresses"
(feat. The Staves)

I grew up in one hell of a family

You'd envy us alright

All three girls are looking for trouble 

But we came home every night

I don't wanna wear your floral dresses 

And my lips won't be coloured

I don't want your diamond necklace

Your disapproval cuts through 

I see the way you look at me

You don't have to tell me

I'm growing older each passing day

But my heart still remains

I bet you thought I'd grow out of these habits

Forgive me for missing

I don't wanna wear your floral dresses 

And my lips won't be coloured

I don't want your diamond necklace

Your disapproval cuts through 

'Cause I see the way you look at me 

I see the way you look at me 

You don't have to tell me

Escribiendo solo para poder escuchar el sonido de las teclas en el teclado...

hace cuanto no me encontraba frente a una pantalla a estas horas de la noche? 

el sonido me atrapa... es lo único que podría calmar mi ansiedad mental...

gira y gira el cerebro y llega siempre al mismo lado... 

cuando la solucion es darte tu espacio pero es el mismo veneno que me seca el alma.

sin poder expresar lo que intento descifrar...

ese nudo mental que tengo adentro que necesita salir para poder ser enfrentado. 

I see the way you look at me......... you don't have to tell me. 

and here I am listening to the same song over and over again. 

the guitar seem to help me relax... should I even try to sleep? 

the guitars cry the melody that my soul is afraid to embrace. 

sometimes in order to give you what you need I have to let go of what I think is best. 

forgive me for leaving you to your own thoughts... 

you asked for it and even if it goes against my essence I need to let you be...

rest my love... I will be here, counting how many times I can listen to this song without getting tired.