It breaks my soul to read our messages
Pointlessly playing at replying to them
As if it were some masochistic whim
I pour lemon and salt on the memories
Stubbornness has become a mania
I put it to the test to prove to myself that it's true
That even if I'm reckless in the eyes of people
There'll be nobody in this world that tells me I'm wrong
I've devoted myself to calling you and I keep playing that you'll answer
And I fall asleep on just one side, pretending that you lie down in the bed
The one that used to be our bed
I've grown accustomed to deserving you, but today I don't have the luck
It's been ten nights since you left and I still see you here in the house
The one that used to be our house
The kisses of another mouth in my mind disguise themselves as your mouth
Stubbornness has become a mania
I put it to the test to prove to myself that it's true
That even if I'm reckless in the eyes of people
There'll be nobody in this world that tells me I'm wrong
I've devoted myself to calling you and I keep playing that you'll answer
And I fall asleep on just one side, pretending that you lie down in the bed
The one that used to be our bed
I've grown accustomed to deserving you, but today I don't have the luck
It's been ten nights since you left and I still see you here in the house
The one that used to be our house
The kisses of another mouth in my mind disguise themselves as your mouth
They disguise themselves as your mouth