oh santa cruz
you seem too good to be true..
its very easy to miss
old hard times
because you swear its worse now
than before
and because you know now
that you got through them all...
i miss painting every night
or writing if i was too sad to paint
or crying if i was too sad to write
or sleeping if i was too tired to cry
and dreaming if i was too tired of real life
ella solo sueña cuando está triste
y está triste todo el tiempo
pués, ella se sueña todo el noche
se sueña todo el día también...
i miss a lot of seasons
i miss certain mornings
i wont ever get them back,
will i?
i miss lots of different nights
and lots of different places
its hard not to look back
and wish that you were still there
and that it hadnt ended yet..
im not sure about all of this
i am in a very strange position
i know what i want
just not how to get there
but its the backburner for me now..
oh santa cruz
where are you?
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