El pasado acaba de mirarme a los ojos... y yo no sólo me he ruborizado, sino que he mirado hacia otro lado esquivando su mirada

[Hostia, tú... qué mal me ha sentado. No sabía que la ¿culpabilidad? tuviese un sabor tan amargo]

"It's nights like these that make me sleep all day

It's nights like these that make you feel so far away

It's nights like these when nothing is for sure

It's nights like these I don't want you anymore

And I've only got this one wish

That I was good enough to make you forget

The only boy who ever broke your heart

Cause nights like these tear me apart

It's nights like these the sad songs don't help

It's nights like these your heart's with someone else

It's nights like these I feel like giving up

It's nights like these I don't seem to count for much

The beer tastes like blood and my mouth is numb

I can't make the words I need to say

She had a weakness for writers

And I was never that good at the words anyways". 

[Va a ser verdad que aquí sólo tendrás cabida si arrastras cadenas, y te cuelas, como los suspiros, de madrugada, entre las cuatro esquinas de mi cama Jesusito de mi vida eres niño como yo]