Entre Sobras y Sobras Me Faltas (feat. Sebastián Yatra)

We lacked a night in flannel
In ugly pajamas and socks on the outside
On a couch with a cold and treacherous shower
With a massage, cream, a little drink, and candles

We lacked a whole lie
A false wait and an ugly afternoon
We lacked blurring your name
And our heart from the entire staircase

We lacked an Ikea sheet
A cardboard trip, a silk awakening
A lazy day and an old caress
A let's go there and a wherever

We lacked a sleepless night
And a ballroom dance on a narrow street
We lacked losing our way in Madrid
Unstuck the end and book the date

And there were four shots left over
That our heart gave us so shamelessly

And there were twenty knives left over
Because sometimes life doesn't make sense
And between leftovers and leftovers I miss you
And I miss the leftovers that your love had
And there were five hundred times we said no

We missed a couple of signs
A few rivals
And a piece of goodbye
We lacked waking up with hugs
We lacked drifting for two

And there were four endings left over
That our heart gave us in such detail

And being incapable was left over
Because sometimes courage and rhyme don't match
And between leftovers and leftovers I miss you
And I miss the leftovers that your love had
And there were five hundred times we said no

And there were four shots left over
That our heart gave us so shamelessly

And there were twenty knives left over
Because sometimes life doesn't make sense
And between leftovers and leftovers I miss you
And I miss the leftovers that your love had
And there were five hundred times we said no