Perfecta de Verdad

We play like kids from another time without a care,
And we don't talk about problems that
Seem to hurt.
And we laugh at night and in the morning about nothing in particular
It's so perfect that it seems like a lie,
Truly perfect

Every Monday she becomes more indecisive about love and tells me she's a woman
And it gets complicated even in her voice.
And she goes through the night in one gulp
And has fun without pain

And I love seeing her uncontrolled pictures after dinner

And you're knocking down the crosses I carry today
And you ruined my day for a better one if your bags today meet mine
I'll go to your station

And between phones and half-empty glasses lies a lost, incomplete story

And you're knocking down the crosses I carry today
And you ruined my day for a better one
If your bags today meet mine
I'll go to your station

And between phones and half-empty glasses lies the lost, incomplete story

And you're knocking down the crosses I carry today
And you ruined my day for a better one
If your bags today meet mine
I'll go to your station

If your bags today meet mine
I'll go to your station