Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)

So tell me something bad you done,
Tell me 'bout your ghosts
Tell me 'bout the game you won
And then the one you lost

Sólo tengo dudas en los bolsillos,

sólo tengo tiempo para perder.

Voy de paseo al barrio,

a pasarlo bien.

Buscaré un amigo que no pida nada,

el gato más guapo del callejón

con el corazón tan suave

como yo.

¿Dónde están todos los chicos?

Todas esas noches que tuvimos algo,

luego lo perdimos sin saber por qué.

Muy arriba, muy abajo

Probaré otra vez.

¿Dónde están todos los chicos?

Muertos o algo mejor

Sólo quiero estar un ratito sentada en el porche

mirando como poquito a poco se tuerce la noche.

Voy a tocarte otra vez esta canción

antes que estemos los dos

muertos o algo mejor

Ven y vamos a dar una vuelta en mi coche nuevo,

pasearemos nuestra sonrisa por todo el pueblo,

repartiremos confetti en la estación

antes que estemos los dos

muertos o algo mejor,

muertos o algo mejor

No le des de comer al perro flaquito,

que yo sé que se quiere quedar para siempre contigo.

Y este idiota se piensa que puede llamarme muñeca,

soy capaz de jugar al ping-pong con su cabeza hueca.

Quiero subirme a la noria a decir adiós

antes que estemos los dos

muertos o algo mejor,

muertos o algo mejor,

muertos o algo mejor

"I don’t particularly believe all love is doomed. But I guess, one is usually kinda suffering from some aborted love affair or association, rather than being at the peak of one. I think it’s fairly obvious that a lot more suffering goes on in the name of love than the little happiness you can squeeze out of it. But I wouldn’t like to dwell on it. Perhaps you could lighten up a bit."

Way back, back then I considered you my best friend but the last time i saw you I knew I'd never see you again

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd; the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.

After that it got pretty late, and we both had to go, but it was great seeing Annie again. I… I realized what a terrific person she was, and… and how much fun it was just knowing her; and I… I, I thought of that old joke, y’know, the, this… this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, “Doc, uh, my brother’s crazy; he thinks he’s a chicken.” And, uh, the doctor says, “Well, why don’t you turn him in?” The guy says, “I would, but I need the eggs.” Well, I guess that’s pretty much now how I feel about relationships; y’know, they’re totally irrational, and crazy, and absurd, and… but, uh, I guess we keep goin’ through it because, uh, most of us… need the eggs.

The presence of death at the end of our road has made our future go up in smoke. Our life has ‘no tomorrow’—it is merely a series of instants.

This is our last goodbye
I hate to feel the love between us die
But it's over
Just hear this and then i'll go
You gave me more to live for
More than you'll ever know

This is our last embrace
Must I dream and always see your face
Why can't we overcome this wall
Well, maybe it's just because i didn't know you at all

Kiss me, please kiss me
But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation
You know it makes me so angry 'cause i know that in time
I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye

Did you say 'no, this can't happen to me,'
And did you rush to the phone to call
Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind
Saying maybe you didn't know him at all
You didn't know him at all, oh, you didn't know

Well, the bells out in the church tower chime
Burning clues into this heart of mine
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and the memories
Offer signs that it's over... it's over

Drink up, baby, stay up all night
The things you could do, you won't but you might
The potential you'll be that you'll never see
The promises you'll only make
Drink up with me now and forget all about
The pressure of days, do what I say
And I'll make you okay and drive them away
The images stuck in your head
People you've been before that you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
Drink up, baby, look at the stars
I'll kiss you again between the bars
Where I'm seeing you there with your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught
Drink up one more time and I'll make you mine
Keep you apart, deep in my heart
Separate from the rest, where I like you the best
And keep the things you forgot
The people you've been before that you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still

Well, the look of the cake, it ain't
It ain't always the taste
My ex girl, she had such a beautiful face
I wanted love but not for myself
But for the girl so she could
So she could love herself

Oh my next girl
will be nothing like, my ex girl
I made mistakes back then, I'll never do it again
Oh my next girl
she'll be nothing like my ex girl
It was a painful dance
Now I got a second chance

Oh her beautiful face and her wicked ways
And I'm praying for her beautiful face everyday
All that work over, over so much time
if I think too hard, I might lose my mind

Oh my next girl, yeah
Will be nothing like my ex girl
I made mistakes back then
I'll never do it again
Oh my next girl
She'll be nothing like my ex girl
That was a painful dance
I got a second chance yeah

Next girl yeaaah
My next girl ...

Después de ti sólo queda ruido,
una mancha en el colchón y olor a gas.
Después de ti todo sabe raro
como un pequeño arpón en el paladar.

Yo que fui tu pesadilla, ahora mírame
me rompo cuando tengo que admitir,
tengo que admitir
que estoy sorprendida,
qué rápido me olvidas.

Ahora no, no soy nada para ti,
ahora no, no soy nada para ti,
no soy nada, nada.

Ya sé que vas con una chica inglesa,
bonito girasol para tu ojal.
Y sé también que no te fías,
pero tu corazón se deja acariciar.

Bien, pues yo no tengo frío
pero hay alguna vez que tiemblo
cuando tengo que admitir,
tengo que admitir
que estoy sorprendida,
qué rápido me olvidas.

Ahora no, no soy nada para ti,
ahora no, no soy nada para ti,
no soy nada, nada, nada, nada.

Nada para ti,
no soy nada para ti,
no soy nada para ti,
no soy ni una cicatriz,
no soy nada, nada.

Burn that photograph. Give it a grandiose death. Let it become a legend. Add or subtract details as you wish. It had an exciting and romantic life. Just the way you will live yours? Sometimes you will be unable to trace where you yourself have been. Sometimes you will find it impossible to remember weeks, months, even years of your life. You may only simply be able to recall a group of colors, a cassette of noise, and maybe the length of your hair at the time, before the fire. There will be many fires. Many stories. Many details lost, for a purpose. Forgetting details is the preventative method against satisfaction, against lazy fashion, against boredom cashing in on you. Use every match you’ve got.

As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself.