Mucho Frio

Retrace! cause I want to correct All the misplaced words and poorly formed steps That came, before all this regret All these fucking moments I can't choke or repress Those unspoken words Thought I saw you mumble but I never really heard Outside the structure you were referred To some kind of miracle now that seems absurd Don't know what I saw my eyes were blurred Woke up the morning, felt what I deserve Felt what I deserve Shh! Shh! Guilty! of some kind of crime You don't got the kind of stomach for this poison heart of mine Discount on love, the kids left behind For the silence in the corner, the kind that you can't define These streets filled with dread Running from the moment, I'm running from my head Dispatch the calls, the memory is dead Do the dirty dishes, and burn the sheets of this bed I'm the kind of thought better left unsaid I'm the kind of book better left unread Better left unread Dead I'm the kind of thought better left unsaid I'm the kind of book better left unread Better left unread