track 02. mp3 / littlest things, lily allen.

Tarde otoñal, pero calurosa. Tomando té, pero deseando un helado. Pisando hojas secas, pero con los rayos de sol iluminando mis pasos.
Sola en el departamento cuelgo ropa y veo la parte de atrás de mi edificio y todos mis vecinos de los hogares aledaños. Algunos cocinan, otros miran la televisión y quizás hay alguien como yo cantando con las manos mojadas embriagándose del olor a lavalozas.
En esos instantes cotidianos divago, como cuando era niña e inventaba historias tan enredadas que sólo yo entendía. Esto es lo mismo, y la única que me sigue es lily cuando entona su primer littlest..


♪sometimes i find myself sittin' back and reminiscing. especially when i have to watch other people kissin'. and i remember when you started callin' me your miss's. all the play fightin', all the flirtatious disses. i'd tell you sad stories about my childhood. i don't why i trusted you but i knew that I could. we'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt. i was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt.
Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things. dreams of you and me. it seems, it seems. that i can't shake those memories. i wonder if you have the same dreams too. the littlest things that take me there. i know it sounds lame but its so true. i know its not right, but it seems unfair. that the things are reminding me of you. sometimes i wish we could just pretend. even if for only one weekend. so come on, tell me. is this the end?
drinkin' tea in bed. watching dvd's. when i discovered all your dirty grotty magazines. you take me out shopping and all we'd buy is trainers. as if we ever needed anything to entertain us. the first time that you introduced me to your friends. and you could tell i was nervous, so you held my hand. when i was feeling down, you made that face you do no one in the world who could replace you.
Dreams, dreams. of when we had just started things. dreams of me and you. it seems, it seems. that i can't shake those memories. i wonder if you feel the same way too. the littlest things that take me there. i know it sounds lame but its so true. i know its not right, but it seems unfair. that the things reminding me of you. sometimes i wish we could just pretend. even if for only one weekend. so come on, tell me is this the end? ... ♪