Do you have to be so predictable?

Building your life on artificial foundations

On artificial ideals

On artificial men

On art that artificially connects you and them

I could call it from a mile away

Because I fell for your foundation

And the foundation I wanted to give you

Crafted in the best way I know

Informed by my place

My priorities

My people

My heart

Too secure and too boring

Find that pattern

Cultivate it inside of you

Ladrillos of your own creativity, honesty and beauty

Use them to craft su propia foundation

Your (and my) extended happiness depend on it

How ironic to find you on a mountain

With Harvey by your side

On the cliff

With no fear of your fall

I've become a bygone

So you can spread your wings

And it hurts my heart

To see the direction you've continued

And what a disaster you are