Struggling, stretching for the peak

"How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt


It's been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides
and said "I'm sorry"
Five days since I laughed at you and said
"You just did just what I thought you were gonna do"
Three days since the living room
We realized we're both to blame,
but what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry


It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry..."

One Week by The Barenaked Ladies

Con esto del viaje de mi viejo estoy como hipersensible, asique lloro por nada, me rio de tdo y me irrito por las cosas mas tontas... pero hay cosas y cosas, y el amor propio tiene un límite para los "no te quiero ver" o los "no, no tengo ganas de hablarte".

Tengo las disculpas ahi, listas para ser dadas, pero las vas a tener que venir a buscar, chimichanga, porque me pudrí de correr atrás tuyo para hacerte razonar. Y en lo posible, no me desbarates el animo el dia antes del parcial...