Granade

Slow is the memory
I can see it stop in my front
Flores orange crushed in concrete
I walk around, barefoot
Because I know you want me to
I can not remember everything
Your sweat is sweet taste as a stick of sugar
I had been there before coming
My tank is empty
But you are based
I have tried to explain
What I love another person
But I can not bear to hear you cry
I was sick in all those years wasted
A rag for the tears of someone
I would bring out and hang dry pra
And I saw you when I came back
Perhaps we can begin to track the back forward
You touch it because he knows how much I
I think that we need to relax
Because I know you want me to
Every time and everywhere
A superficial happiness but the belly is not there
With the bad things you really should take care
And the gap is too bear pra
I have tried to explain
What I love another person
But I can not bear to hear you cry
I was sick in all those years wasted
A rag for the tears of someone
I would bring out and hang dry pra
Come, come
Turn off the phone
Please go home