te deseo

The spark is in my hand
I got a feeling to my left
and what I left of feeling to my descent went

Each step downward surely means death
or at least the idle fruits of becoming unkept
I can’t seem to rub together a damn, and still
You wait
For it

That’s why I deliver
That’s why I do prosper
Because you hold out a hope like my own
Mine, that was tamped out and now glows weakly with
minuscule concern
Not to be depressive, but to counter your heights
I must balance us with regret

Yet I’m posturing
Yet I’m descending
further than any would want.
I’m disappointing you, and I
cannot stop.

Know, however, that in the end
I will convey
All I feel for the hopeful girl left in you

Sin embargo, en el extremo
es el fin de mundo.
Pero voy a dejar una cosa clara–
te deseo,
y por lo que se.

Tell me what else matters.