I enjoy the ability to see you even if it's not with me
Ours is something different and the bed was the witness
Of all those nights, of all those groans
I still hear your voice close to my ear
People live forward, but I haven't moved
I'm still stuck, lost in your memories
The dm exploded, but I leave them on read
My lyrics always have your name and surname
Baby, I walk with a thousand questions, the pencil without a tip
For everything that I write, babe, you're to blame
It's been years paying the same fine
You're that evil that I don't know why I like it
The inability to forget you frustrates me
I swear that it frustrates me
But if you call me, I'll come flying
In the Mercedes I'll go smoking
And when you're not here, I continue imagining you
Without clothes in my bed, screaming my name
But if you call me, I'll come flying
In the Mercedes I'll go smoking
And when you're not here, I continue imagining you
Without clothes in my bed, screaming my name
And if you call me I'll fall in the AMG
Baby, to finish what I left in the middle
In bed we did a series, but not PG
And although I walked away
I continue seeing your face when I put it in another
If I still have your background wallpaper
I go without a life-jacket swimming in the deep
I feel your heartbeat even if I'm deaf
And tell me how this pain heals
If I already washed the sheets, but they still have your smell
And I only ask to feel your warmth again
I already tried a few, but I miss your taste
So if you call me, I'll come flying
Everything is better if you ignore what they are commenting
And when you're not here, I continue imagining you
Without clothes in my bed, screaming my name