Is it too late to remind you how we were?

Por un instante miro atrás y sonrío, como nunca antes sonrío. Nos veo a nosotros dos, caminando en silencio de cómplices mirando al suelo, tentados por la risa que tiembla por dentro en cada uno, y sin querer nuestras miradas chocan.

Compartimos un mundo de canciones que reflejaban todo lo que nunca nos quisimos decir, compartimos melodías que apaciguaban nuestros sufrimientos, compartimos letras que fueron hechas para nosotros, casi como si nuestro molde hubiera sido meticulosamente pensado para entrar en esa canción. Nos entendíamos en nuestra locura, en nuestra ira, nos victimizamos a más no poder. Eramos adolescentes y queríamos adolecer, nuestro amor era nuestra fantasía, utópica, surreal, única. Y aún lo es. 

You could be happy and I won't know

But you weren't happy the day I watched you go

And all the things that I wish I had not said
Are played on lips 'til it's madness in my head

Is it too late to remind you how we were?
But not our last days of silent, screaming blur

Most of what I remember makes me sure
I should have stopped you from walking out the door

You could be happy, I hope you are
You made me happier than I'd been by far

Somehow everything I own smells of you
And for the tiniest moment it's all not true

Do the things that you always wanted to
Without me there to hold you back, don't think, just do

More than anything I want to see you go
Take a glorious bite out of the whole world