PREFIERO NO PENSARLO

Today I want to be alone
But I have the neighbors watching how I'm doing
Always pretending, I just want to be alone
But the neighbors are paying attention

Who comes through the door and who runs out
From when I skip dinner and what I'm watching
I prefer not to think about it
Because if I do, I won't sleep, I'll burn out and won't open up
Hey, I'm not going to think about it

I'm going to put on another banger and challenge the devil
I've got 666 on my forehead and a miracle on my back
But I'm pushing forward even if the road is long
Look, they want to get to know me, but I don't talk to them
I don't think it's good for me, I prefer not to think about it

Today I want to be alone
But I have the neighbors watching, getting ready for the show
Always pretending, I just want to be alone
But my neighbor's awake and comes knocking at the door
Says I'm bothering him, to turn it down, that he can't sleep

That he's losing his spot, and I prefer not to think about it
Because if I do, I'll pack my bags, get in the car, and leave
Look, I'm not going to think about it
I'm going to make a few calls, and one will be to the devil

I've got 666 on my back and an angel on my shoulder
One wants me to stay and the other wants me to change
But I’m staying home and not going out
Bad if I talk, I prefer not to think about it

Today I want to be alone
But I have the neighbor looking down from the top
Always pretending, she knows my nickname
When I take out the trash in the middle

I know what she’s watching and she runs down to walk the dog
But for a dog, Cris, does she want to come up? I prefer not to think about it
Because it might be a story that wasn't happening
I prefer not to think about it

I'm going to head up to the little house and take off my shoes
I've got 666 on my back, I'm out of cash
I don't know what time I'll be back if I go out
I whistled at the neighbor, but she didn't respond
But I went out

I woke up, heading to the gym with a Scream face
If they ask if I went out; yeah, I went out
I came back home all twisted like Dalí's clocks
I made pasta with tomato, went upstairs, and fell asleep

I left the door open, I saw it when dawn broke
Thank goodness when I came back nobody chased me
With the laptop on, there's a pile of songs to drop
If they leak, I have albums to make you work.