Piccole Cose

And here I am, living a dream, my greatest pride
It’s not the Porsche I just parked outside
As fake as it seems, I know I’ve won
Only when I’ve paid off my parents' mortgage

And with a roommate, I share my space
What they say: living with anxiety
From the bedroom to the dressing room
Everyone’s around you, but no one’s close

My heart like an iceberg surrounded by ships
The fear of sinking, a clash like the Titanic
The more I talk about love, the less I know how to love
Songs can’t lie, but liars can sing

How many years does it take to reach euphoria
For the little things you don’t have yet
Because sometimes you can push beyond every limit
Enrich and empty a whole existence
And feel happy just imagining
Those little things you don’t have yet

How many fast cars do we lease
That don’t give us the thrill of our first bike

How many hotels with pools and gyms
Hyper-modern showers
Then you can’t tell hot water from cold
When the crisis hits, a conscience breakdown
You want to wreck the room, Breaking Bed and Breakfast

How much effort to climb to the top
Only to find there’s little oxygen and you can’t breathe
To fill the gaps, redeem loves never fulfilled
We feed on likes from strangers
With millions of songs streaming
We keep listening to those
We loved back when we were kids

How many years does it take to reach euphoria
For the little things you don’t have yet
Because sometimes you can push beyond every limit
Enrich and empty a whole existence
And feel happy just imagining
Those little things you don’t have yet

Feeling so lost, maybe you don’t pay attention
I take refuge in my verses, but it’s just another distraction
Feeling so lost, maybe you don’t pay attention
Those little things you don’t have yet
That you don’t have yet, that you don’t have yet
Because sometimes you can push beyond every limit
Enrich and empty a whole existence

How many years does it take to reach euphoria
For the little things you don’t have yet
And feel happy just imagining
Those little things you don’t have yet