Kids [cover of MGMT]

(via digthat)

Gave me those pearls and I thought they were ugly, though you try to tell me that you never loved me, I know that you did, cause you said it and you wrote it down. Dancing at discos, eating cheese on toast, yeah you make me merry make me very very happy, but you obviously, you didn’t want to stick around.
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Chatting on the phone, can’t take back those hours, but I won’t regret, cause you can grow flowers, from where dirt used to be.
Mal de amores. Y no se cura fácilmente. No existen medicinas. Ni remedios. No se sabe cuándo pasará. Ni siquiera se sabe cuánto duele. Sólo el tiempo lo cura. Mucho tiempo. Porque cuando mayor ha sido la grandeza de un amor, más largo resulta el sufrimiento cuando este se acaba.