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letra de april 24th, 2014 - qixote

[verse 1]
come on, girl
there’s no reason to be scared
it’s just me and you, see
my parents are upstairs
we can do things
don’t be ashamed
we’ll do whatever you like
we can watch a movie or maybe lay down for the night
honestly, it doesn’t really matter to me
i just wanna be the teenage stereotype that
your parents think i am
a wicked brown boy tryna get up in your pants
(possibly)
but only with permission
catchin’ breaks like intermission
in my sleep i’m havin’ vivid depictions
of you on top of me
but this isn’t a dream
and somehow it still seems
smooth as nivea cream
lathered on so sloppily
take things slow:
own it all like monopoly
no need for an hotel;
we’re about to hit the lottery
about to hit home, i’m runnin’
my fingers through your hair like a comb, that’s somethin’
baby girl we’re all alone
so let’s get up in our zone
beat the drum like a drone, start b-mpin
don’t let the thread be the story;
let the story be the thread
i adore the way you lure me
up into this very bed
i just wanna be close, closed off, clothes off
dreamin’ as i doze off
singin’ in my head. .
[hook] 4x (builds)
let’s groove (beat the drum like a drone, start b-mpin’)
[bridge (builds onto hook)] 4x
keep b-mpin’

[verse 2]
i’m in a different bed now
but the feeling is the same
i can’t say how much i want you
i can’t lay here and refrain
but i have to, i have to
‘cause i remember papa’s poetry:
“son, i ask you, i ask you to grasp that that was an older me
i mastered, i mastered the art of holding things so close to me
by the neck. now regret eats my flesh; smell the smoke of meat.”
“but papa, she came
to me on a silver platter. that matters, don’t it?
i’m average only; i’ve got bad components
and papa i’m trained
to see a girl and have her. i had her
like a cigarette and now i’m crumblin’
‘cause the ashes own me
sweat drippin’ in the canopy of the hotel comforters
i comfort her, and then she comforts me:
“you know you’re not your father, right?
you know you’re hot? you’d father right.”
i tell her stop, i move atop
on top, her face looks so different, maybe i’m trippin’
the yellow of the lamp shade mixes with her pigment
i listen to her body and into her lips i whisper
“i’m into you, girl, let’s mess up
i’m tempting you, girl, let’s wither.”
‘cause everything about this is a dream
in a week we’ll wake up
movies streamin’ on the tv screen
cuddled up to our lovers with
thoughts of each other above us
glints of guilt in our eyes, jagged splinters in our spleens

[hook 4x]

[bridge 4x]

[verse 3 (outro)]
if i believe my lies
then they’ll become the truth
maybe i’ll sleep at night
maybe i won’t be clouded by thoughts of you
i told myself that nothin’ would happen
that we would just chat, and i cannot
tell you what the f-ck sat in the
upper parameters of my chest
but it felt so good
you cooked a slice of my flesh
and it smelled so good
i just had to eat (eat eat eat)
sometimes i look at ya and wish
we didn’t meet (meet meet meet)
in time i’ll look back, i’ll book back
i’ll sift through, i’ll see you, i’ll collapse the within you
i’ll pull back with the deepest re (re re re)
grets. forget forgettin’ you. i’m into you
like eggs in egg drop soup, i’m sweatin’ cool
sedimentary sentiments. blanket of heaviness
won’t elate me, i’m heaven-sent, no debating: i’m new

- qixote

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