Sujeito

What's the point of deleting my number from your contacts
If you know it's saved in your memory?
What's the point of drinking all weekend
If on Monday the same story will repeat?

You will wake up, look in the mirror
And then you'll remember there's a subject
That you try but can't forget
That you can't forget

And when you realize there's no turning back
You'll want to come back, I bet
You'll feel so empty inside
You'll see you were happy and didn't know
There will be space left in your bed
But there will be no one to say they love you
But even with a thousand flaws
No one completed you like that subject

You will wake up, look in the mirror
And then you'll remember there's a subject
That you try but can't forget
That you can't forget

And when you realize there's no turning back
You'll want to come back, I bet
You'll feel so empty inside
You'll see you were happy and didn't know
There will be space left in your bed
But there will be no one to say they love you
But even with a thousand flaws
No one completed you like that subject

And when you realize there's no turning back
You'll want to come back, I bet
You'll feel so empty inside
You'll see you were happy and didn't know
There will be space left in your bed
But there will be no one to say they love you
But even with a thousand flaws
No one completed you like that subject

It's no use deleting my number from your contacts