Marilyn Hanson (ft. The Perfect Strangers)
Did you ever wanna go
To back where we were before
Smell that pot smoke wafting out
From under your dad's door
And the steak-knives, by the bedside
Jokes cracked in the black light
They were maybe not the best times
But, well, I've had worse
And I wouldn't trade those memories
For the whole fucking earth
Dancing to hanson, and marilyn manson
And I know that that doesn't make even a little bit of sense
That was the point, that beautiful incongruence
We didn't fit, and we didn't care
That feelings still with me, it's everywhere
It didn't matter and it didn't matter
To anyone but ourselves
And of course we drift apart
And maybe we'd lose touch
Even though we're not together
It matters just as much
'Cause when you'd say I was ok
I believed it in a new way
And as the sun rose on that dusty couch
And we were still awake
You had nothing to give me
But you gave it all the same
Dancing to hanson, and marilyn manson
And I know that that doesn't make even a little bit of sense
That was the point, that beautiful incongruence
We didn't fit, and we didn't want to
That feeling still with me, in everything I do
It didn't matter and it didn't matter
To anyone but ourselves
Marilyn Hanson (ft. The Perfect Strangers)
¿Alguna vez quisiste volver
A donde estábamos antes?
Oler ese humo de marihuana flotando
Desde debajo de la puerta de tu papá
Y los cuchillos de carne, junto a la cama
Chistes contados bajo la luz negra
Quizás no fueron los mejores tiempos
Pero, bueno, he tenido peores
Y no cambiaría esos recuerdos
Por toda la maldita tierra
Bailando con Hanson y Marilyn Manson
Y sé que eso no tiene ni un poco de sentido
Era el punto, esa hermosa incongruencia
No encajábamos, y no nos importaba
Esa sensación aún está conmigo, está en todas partes
No importaba y no importaba
A nadie más que a nosotros mismos
Y por supuesto que nos distanciamos
Y tal vez perdimos contacto
Aunque no estemos juntos
Importa igual
Porque cuando decías que estaba bien
Lo creía de una manera nueva
Y mientras salía el sol en ese sofá polvoriento
Y seguíamos despiertos
No tenías nada que darme
Pero lo diste de todos modos
Bailando con Hanson y Marilyn Manson
Y sé que eso no tiene ni un poco de sentido
Era el punto, esa hermosa incongruencia
No encajábamos, y no queríamos
Esa sensación aún está conmigo, en todo lo que hago
No importaba y no importaba
A nadie más que a nosotros mismos