como un amigo

¨Te encanta torturarte, lo sabes¨ me dijo justo antes de bajarme del coche para terminar un fin de semana grandioso, por supuesto, el comentario nació porque veníamos oyendo esta canción a todo volumen. Ja, a poco.

El arrepentimiento post-determinación es uno de los peores sentimientos. Comprobado.

Sacude tus pies en mis sueños?

Lo he hecho antes y lo volvería a hacer?

(no es buena idea tomarse una botella de vino un martes por la noche en el bistro mosaico)

Nunca es demasiado Pulp. Nunca es suficiente. Guitarrazos ruidosos maravillosos.

Like a Friend
Pulp
Don't bother saying you're sorry
Why don't you come in
Smoke all my cigarettes again
Every time I get no further
How long has it been?
Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams
You take up my time
Like some cheap magazine
When I could have been learning something
Oh well, you know what I mean, oh
I've done this before
And I will do it again
Come on and kill me baby
While you smile like a friend
Oh and I'll come running
Just to do it again
You are the last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk
You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the dream I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age
Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid
Like a plane I've been told I never should board
Like a film that's so bad but I've got to stay till the end
Let me tell you now: it's lucky for you that we're friends.