I stayed on hold far too long.
I don’t know the ways to express
this feeling of being left or being gone
and how it mixes with this feeling of being right or being present
Its all mixed up, I’m all mixed up
All I can say is that
I know it’s done.
What but if I finally could?
What to be gained? What to be lost?
I’m losing myself here, you know.
And yet, here we go again and this, another round of
Left hook, right cross and your undercutting words.
Yes, I accept that I’ve got the gloves and I’m in the ring
(I do like the feel of these satin shorts)
but its been an unfair fight and I’ve done all I can
From here, it looks like a title bout with no victor
I see the future as has been the past:
I’m worn and I stumble.
I tumble down and you pick me up
A few moments of calm in corners
Until we’re back in it again
And again and again.
Este campeonato sera tuyo
Realmente, siempre hay sido
Ya no tengo lucha
Mis brazos golpeados
Mi corazon quebrado
Ya es bastante
Solo espero tener la fuerza para tirar la toalla.
I just hope I have the strength to throw in the towel.
I rarely do.
I leave too early
I stay too late.
I staccato through sentences
I stammer, I ramble.
And the leaving is always the hardest.
Fall fast approaches