Nieve (feat. MYGAL)

I'm going to tell you two things, mom
One is that it's already late
Another is that I don't know how to go back
I try and I can't get used to it
Another night that I've started drinking again
Another night that has become late for me
How many more times am I going to dream
That I can't adapt?

I'm being watched over by my dead
I have the blood and I have the thirst
I have more anger, but less hatred
My angel in heaven whispering to me
Not to get close to you, that you're not good for me
To take care of mine, I already know who
I look at the Moon, it looks back at me

Maybe it's the drug or we are both
Or it's that fool, who kills Saints
I don't know what to do, I have no more tears left
I can't go back and the path is of esparto
Voices in my head, fog in the room
I swear to God that no one can stop me now
I take another pill and my eyes turn white like snow
Snow, snow, snow, snow

I'm being called by my mother
I don't have God, but I have faith
Faith that I can stand against the wall
Faith that I want to, but I don't see it
Come, I can, and they fear that
I'm back in the ring, I know they don't want me
I take another pill, I'm anesthetized
I walk down the street, from side to side

Your knockout kisses have left me and it hurts
The Sun comes out, with Loewe sunglasses
I don't know where, nor why
But I feel like I've done it again
I swear to God that no one can stop me now
I take another pill and my eyes turn white like snow
Snow, snow, snow, snow

Snow, snow
Snow, snow, snow
Snow, snow (no one can)
Snow, snow, snow (no one can stop me, no)
Snow, snow
Snow, snow, snow
Snow, snow (no one can)
Snow, snow, snow (no one can stop me, no)

Another night that has become late (snow, snow)
Another night that we're going to kill each other (snow, snow, snow)
In the end, I'm always the guilty one (snow, snow)
In the end, I'll go crazy (snow, snow, snow)
Give me another Gucci, it tastes like nothing (snow, snow)
I don't want to be the one bothering you (snow, snow, snow)
If that's what you want, then go away
I'm high and I think I'm—

I'm going to tell you two things, mom
One is that it's already late
Another is that I don't know how to go back
I try and I can't get used to it
Another night that I've started drinking again
Another night that has become late for me
How many more times am I going to dream
That I can't adapt?

I'm going to tell you two things, mom
One is that it's already late
Another is that I don't know how to go back
I try and I can't get used to it
Another night that I've started drinking again
Another night that has become late for me
How many more times am I going to dream
That I can't adapt?