Myopia
I see you right there
and I run to you.
I squeeze your tight ass
while I say hello.
But I think it ain’t your ass,
but I think it ain’t your ass,
and then you turn, and then you turn,
and you slap my silly face.
Today is our first date,
take bus number ten.
When I look outside
don’t know where I am.
But I think it’s not my bus,
but I think it’s not my bus,
I’m in the wrong, I’m in the wrong,
I’m in the wrong place again.
Myopia,
you stimulate my brain.
Myopia,
you make me feel so stupid,
I bet I am.
You’re waving your hand
to say hi from afar.
You may think I’m rude,
I don’t know who you are.
And I come close to you,
and I come close to you,
and then I see, and then I see,
that you are a tiny tree.
Myopia,
you stimulate my brain.
Myopia,
you make me feel so stupid,
I bet I am.
Writer/s: Laia Fortià
