Jackson Pollock's syndrome

La gente termina los exámenes y se va a beber o cualquier otro vicio ilegal común en los adolescentes. Salen, desfasan, y olvidan todo lo que han estudiado. Yo... Yo hago de Pollock. La música puesta, subir el volumen en el mejor momento de la canción, levantarte, bailar. Gritar "such a good pair", sentarte y pintar nada. Y no sabéis hasta qué punto me encanta.

Bailaría esta canción hasta que se me desencajasen los huesos.

When I fall asleep I'm dreaming you close to me. I'm dreaming that I'm awake as you are shining, shining around the place, all around the place. I think of you, I think we do, I dream of you. I dream we do such a good pair. Such a good pair. You shine like thunder, you break the sound that conforts, distrust your moments that fade away. When losing something, can flow to nothing to catch it one day, and who's to know. And who's to know. Won't it make you stronger? And who's to know. Won't it make you wise? You are such a good date. Such a beauty. Such a good girl. Such a good good pair.