Too Stoopid
The first time I saw you you said you were drunk,
too much beer, or so you thunk.
A night of drinking had clouded your head,
and in another day you wouldn't know what you said.
You said you were sorry as you drooled on my shoe,
and I just laughed at one sight of you.
You couldn't walk straight and you slurred when you spoke,
and I thought it was just a joke.
I want to love you but you're too damn stoopid,
I want to love you but you're just plain dumb.
I want to love you but you're head's full of air,
you're stone dumb but I don't care.
Well the second time I saw you you said you were sick,
strong cough syrup and many of it.
Stomach cramps and a blistering fever,
I carverd your thoughts like a butcher's cleaver.
You're ? you said it yourself.
You needed some rest, you felt like hell.
All your medication had made you slow,
but it was yourself, how was I to know?
The third time I saw you you hadn't slept a wink,
not enough Zs you just couldn't think.
You tossed and turned the whole night long,
and when you awoke the world seemed wrong.
It was much too early, your eyes were lead,
you said you felt like the living dead.
Sleep deprivation was the word today,
but how should i have known you were always this way?
The last time I saw you, you had nothing to claim,
you couldn't think fast enough to even explain.
I looked into you eyes and could see your teeth.
It's strange enough, what you're saying to me...
a rocket scientist you will never be,
you'll never be a master of philosophy.
But dumb as you are, I can plainly see,
it doesn't take a brain to see what you mean to me!
Demasiado Estúpido
La primera vez que te vi dijiste que estabas borracho,
demasiada cerveza, o eso pensabas.
Una noche de tragos nubló tu cabeza,
y al día siguiente no recordarías lo que dijiste.
Dijiste que lo sentías mientras babeabas en mi zapato,
y yo solo reí al verte.
No podías caminar derecho y balbuceabas al hablar,
y pensé que era solo una broma.
Quiero amarte pero eres demasiado estúpido,
quiero amarte pero eres simplemente tonto.
Quiero amarte pero tu cabeza está llena de aire,
eres tonto como una piedra pero no me importa.
La segunda vez que te vi dijiste que estabas enfermo,
jarabe para la tos fuerte y mucho de él.
Calambres estomacales y una fiebre abrasadora,
tallé tus pensamientos como un cuchillo de carnicero.
Estás ? lo dijiste tú mismo.
Necesitabas descansar, te sentías como el infierno.
Toda tu medicación te había vuelto lento,
pero eras tú, ¿cómo iba a saberlo?
La tercera vez que te vi no habías dormido ni un parpadeo,
no habías tenido suficientes Zs, simplemente no podías pensar.
Te revolviste toda la noche,
y cuando despertaste el mundo parecía equivocado.
Era demasiado temprano, tus ojos eran plomo,
dijiste que te sentías como un muerto viviente.
La privación de sueño era la palabra del día,
pero ¿cómo iba a saber que siempre eras así?
La última vez que te vi, no tenías nada que reclamar,
no podías pensar lo suficientemente rápido como para explicar.
Miré tus ojos y pude ver tus dientes.
Es lo suficientemente extraño, lo que me estás diciendo...
un científico de cohetes nunca serás,
nunca serás un maestro de filosofía.
Pero tonto como eres, puedo ver claramente,
no se necesita un cerebro para ver lo que significas para mí!
Escrita por: Mustard Plug