Limón

Your face on another wallpaper (wallpaper)
Mine on the covers, but I’d rather be on your pillow (the covers)
The dark circles tattooed
From thinking about you every morning

I grabbed a bottle at Alimerka for the two of us (for the two of us)
And we drank at the party until we ended up eating each other
So addicted to your war, truce under the covers
Sleeping together in summer, even when we’re dying of heat (tell him)

With you, I pray for the elevator to get stuck
And the clock's hand spins a thousand miles an hour (the clock)
Our showers feel like steamy Turkish baths
And I almost start to believe in this thing called love (this thing called love)

But when you’re not here, everything tastes like lemon
And the alcohol hits me harder
I gave you a piece of me, without you, I’m not me anymore
All that’s left to say is: thank you very much and goodbye (bye)

Your ex didn’t want you posting bikini pics
I even shared them to show you off
Oh, you and I were like a movie, babe
Less than a grand at Liberbank
And if you’re short, I’ll deal, I’m Ariana without Mac Miller

Your nails were scratching my back (my back)
Me forcing you to watch Barça games (Barça games)
Before, juggling to wear designer brands
And now they just give it to me for free

With you, I pray for the elevator to get stuck
And the clock's hand spins a thousand miles an hour (the clock)
Our showers feel like steamy Turkish baths
And I almost start to believe in this thing called love (this thing called love)

But when you’re not here, everything tastes like lemon
And the alcohol hits me harder
I gave you a piece of me, without you, I’m not me anymore
All that’s left to say is: thank you very much and goodbye

Your face on another wallpaper (another wallpaper)
Mine on the covers, but I’d rather be on your pillow
The dark circles tattooed
From thinking about you every morning

I even know your moles, scars, and tattoos
Either I poke you to make you mad, or I poke you to bring you down
To see your car parked in my garage space
Because with you, I had what I dreamed of as a kid

With you, I pray for the elevator to get stuck
And the clock's hand spins a thousand miles an hour (the clock)
Our showers feel like steamy Turkish baths
And I almost start to believe in this thing called love (this thing called love)

But when you’re not here, everything tastes like lemon
And the alcohol hits me harder
I gave you a piece of me, without you, I’m not me anymore
All that’s left to say is: thank you very much and goodbye