Más Que Amigos

Because if we said just friends
Every time you take off my clothes
You ask each fabric
If it has had your friendship with another
And I end up in the wolf's mouth
For feeling like a wolf for your mouth
Missing you when I touch you
And missing you when they don't touch

Maybe I don't have things so clear
Or maybe I don't sleep well
But every time at night
You hug me, you taste like a thousand REM phases

I would like to steal stars from your pajamas
And with five of them build a hotel
With rooms for any 'I love you'
With views to some 'me too'

I'm going to kiss all your nightmares until
Your fears turn into cheeks
Or your anxieties and trip you up
Brushing against
The exact point of tickling
Which ultraviolet or lilac light will cross first
The window of your pupil?
Asleep you smell like chamomile, awake you smell like how you look

And I have the same as a best friend
As what you have as a best fan
It's not the brevity of my Big Ben
It's the eternity of your big bang, bang, bang

It's not the caterpillars of disdain
It's the butterflies that come
Things that go and are still seen
Things that are seen that don't go

If we have failed as friends
We have succeeded as exes
Too many mistakes in a row
Swearing it was the last time

That we always want what's lost
And always lose for wanting
And I only know that I am with you
And what I am with you and I don't know

If we have failed as friends
We have succeeded as exes
Too many mistakes in a row
Swearing it was the last time

That we always want what's lost
And always lose for wanting
I only know that I am with you
And what I am with you I don't know

And every day I wonder
Why my wounds heal in your points
That weigh more being together laughing
Like children or crying like adults
And how are you going to be my friend if your dose of saliva is my regressive hypnosis?
If I'm watching you sleep thinking
That there's no stillness that moves my life more

And so it's normal that half of my truth
Is nothing more than denying
I saw you dream weakly feel
That there's no place as real as a dream in you
All my buts and howevers
Are reaffirmed in your lethargy
I imagine that your dream must be so pure
And long that if Sigmund Freud lived he wouldn't know how to interpret it

And I would say what a magical collision
Consciousness is just a flash
I wouldn't talk about the ego, the superego
And the id without seeing that its iceberg is melting in your neck
What an ambiguous failure to succeed when I say
What pain to feel relief what relief to hurt with you

If we have failed as friends
We have succeeded as exes
Too many mistakes in a row
Swearing it was the last time

That we always want what's lost
And always lose
And I only know that I am with you
And what I am with you I don't know

If we have failed as friends
We have succeeded as exes
Too many mistakes in a row
Swearing it was the last time

That we always want what's lost
And always lose for wanting
I only know that I am with you
And what I am with you I don't know

If we have failed as friends
We have succeeded as exes
Too many mistakes in a row
Swearing it was the last time

That we always want what's lost
And always lose for wanting
And I only know that I am with you
And what I am with you I don't know