7 pm you're too sweet
picking me up from work
8 pm and a drink of course
which is always nice
with your shoulder touching mine
and looking at you is
10 pm and it was nice
11.30 pm until you threw your mattress on the floor
away from me and refusing
which is
1 am ado
6 am and I am not going there again
anymore
8 am I.am.leaving.you

Don't need songs that tell me
I need to take it easy
or that without us no cry
Please touch my uneasiness with the day
my melancholy and
my urge to jump
A room on fire or that
you belong to me
will suffice.

i have stopped to try
and interpret
my episodes that
propel me

We all end up with
our own father
in the end.

In that house with that man
There was a kitchen and a view
There was another moment in time
Say
another version of me
Because the real version came out
in Mexico and Argentina when
learning the language the culture eating
Dulce de leche
Dulce enough to be truly happy
Enough leche to never want to go back home
again
On the airport my heart truly hurts
A wave of black of sad of knowing
the end.

Don't you trust me?
I should, shouldn't I...but I don't know how
anymore.
Then you should trust yourself a bit
more.

Life has been cleft into
our life before and my life after
his death.

I only need one reason
That you're good to me
Since I cannot do that to myself
Although I embrace when nights come

Your words against mine
Sword against pen
Mind against heart
Planning against pride

The moment the road turns
and you see the ocean.
That's it.

I think I stay inside
for now I'm happy
to know that
Outside the lights
shine bright and that
life's are being lived