Soul Sent to Sleep

Every day just gets harder and

I'm glad she told me that

She's got a thing for kids with

Addictions,

Because, about now, that's all I've fucking got.

Quiero morir si no pueda

verte cada día.

And every day goes on longer and

I wish the roads were a little more wet or

My car couldn't handle corners and then

the universe could just take things

Into its own hands.

If the tree I watch

every fucking day

split in half

and fell through the window

and separated my head

from my soul

then at least it was natural.

But my soul is already gone.

¿Adónde se ha ido?

Whenever I find it,

I swear to God,

I'll strangle it to death

For running away for so

Goddamn long.

But if you've got a thing

for a kid with no soul

and a new addiction

every night,

No te preocupes:

I'll be gone in the morning.