Opcional

She wants me to blow up
Like the Twin Towers
Says I'm the little dude
Lost like Akapellah

I promised her diamonds
A Jeep and two plots
Now she’s not at my place
No one celebrates me like she does

But, man, I’m good
Better than good, excellent
Dude, badass, low-key
Tobacco between my teeth

You step in front, watch out
I’m not Italian
But my pasta’s cooked just right

I think I’ve lost my touch
More like I don’t even try
I’m not a Cerberus
Or another Thales of Miletus

And still, I dive in
I can handle any beat
I’d give anything to feel
More complete

I’m crazier than Santiago
Wandering the city
And with words, I’m tipsy, and there’s nothing
I really enjoy in life
Unless I have my headphones

And yeah, I have a problem
And yeah, I never had luck
And yeah, I’ve seen death
I faced it head-on and sideways

And yeah, it hurts to love you
And yeah, it kills me to miss you
And yeah, I’m dying to see you
And yeah, this is for you, what I sang

She wants me to fly, and she doesn’t care at all
Says coming with me is just optional
The reckless kid makes everything personal
And I know it’s wrong, and still, ti-ti-ti

She wants me to fly, and she doesn’t care at all
Says coming with me is just optional
The reckless kid makes everything personal
And I know it’s wrong, and still, ti-ti-ti

I kiss a cigarette while I narrate tragedies
I’m a mess, but I don’t get dirty
Travel with me, hop in my ride
Travel with me, hop in my ride

And love without restriction
And hate, and love living
Nothing is an obligation
If it comes from the soul like this

Nothing weighs down what it expresses
It was gonna hurt, but she plays dumb
And to love, there’s no headache
No need to choose, it’ll always be that

Important person
God willing, shine like a diamond
And so beneath your feet
My glow can be seen

I sinned before, arrogant, I was a jerk
And now it’s ten o’clock
Writing you this song
(This song, this song)

She wants me to fly, and she doesn’t care at all
Says coming with me is just optional
The reckless kid makes everything personal
And I know it’s wrong, and still, ti-ti-ti

She wants me to fly, and she doesn’t care at all
Says coming with me is just optional
The reckless kid makes everything personal
And I know it’s wrong, and still, ti-ti-ti