I’m out of my mind.
Please leave me a message.
I recorded a voicemail just for you
It says: “ I hate myself and I want to die.”
Do you even care that my mind is scattered?
I can barely leave this room.
Is this what heartbreak feels like?
Our pictures and my words were nothing more than a summer romance.
I’m out of my mind.
Please leave me a message.
Tell me your new girl is the girl with the long curly hair.
Who listens to bachata and has an ass as round as a globe.
Tell me her curves tell stories of passion.
Her hazel eyes remind you of the moments when our lips slurred from drunken nights.
I hope her legs hold the rhythm to your heart.
She doesn’t know that beneath the smile, an esqueleto has claimed your closet.
I hope you understand her when she says Amor, te Quiero mucho.
Do you love her?
Will you fall in love with the blue-eyed girl who lives across the street next?
I hear she dances.
Isn’t that your type?
A woman free enough to know pain, so they never see you coming.
I saw you coming, I just chose to look at you through a rose-colored glass.
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