Zozie

I need to see birds and buzzin' bees,
          green grass, evergreen trees. 

Qué feo es vivir por pura costumbre, por pura inercia. 

Lo que me estresa de salir son mis inseguridades...
          
          

Magnificently cursed.

My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand.

Woah, oh, oh, oh.
          Nothing lasts forever but wouldn't it be nice to stay together for the night?

I feel like I am an old cardigan under someone's bed...

Es curioso cómo cambia el rumbo de mis intereses...