Semanas

I already know this story
The same tale and the same words
First chapter everything is fine
But it's not a story if there's no drama
I know what this love is about
And even though it hurts me
If I'm sure of something
It's that if I don't have you in my present
You're in my future

I know, on Monday, you'll forget me
During Tuesday you won't call me
And on the third day you'll try to find love elsewhere
Thursday night you won't sleep, and if you do, it'll be dreaming of me
On Friday, you go to the same place
Where one Saturday you found me
Why is it that on Sundays?
You always come back to look for what you left behind that day

I try not to think of you but I think of you more
I ask you to stay away but I regret it
Weeks of I love you and moments of leaving
Friday of love, Sundays of remorse
A draft message
A thousand calls to voicemail
A destiny that is with you
Even if you act like you don't
This loop hurts and not leaving is not an option
I know what will come, but I don't know how to say no

I know that on Monday you'll forget me
During Tuesday you won't call me
And on the third day you'll try to find love elsewhere
Thursday night you won't sleep, and if you do, it'll be dreaming of me
On Friday, you go to the same place
Where one Saturday you found me
Why is it that on Sundays?
You always come back to look for what you left behind that day

I don't want to spend a lifetime between comings and goings
Don't come back if you leave
I don't want missed calls or you asking for a kiss
When you come back if you leave
I don't want to spend a lifetime between comings and goings
Don't come back if you leave

I know, on Monday you'll forget me
During Tuesday you won't call me
And on the third day you'll try to find love elsewhere
Thursday night you won't sleep, and if you do, it'll be dreaming of me
On Friday, you go to the same place
Where one Saturday you found me
What would happen if on Sunday?
What would happen if on Sunday?
You won't find me again
Where you left me