Como un fan

What do you want me to say?
That my life is going great...?
That everything is going just as I planned...
Just like that, no more...?

That all my decisions
go through a perfect pitch of successes...?

Who cares... If you're not going to listen

What do you want me to say?
That you chose the best...?
That there was no love left...?
That you didn't deserve me because you were the worst?

That I have a thousand illusions?
That there's not even a gram of sorrow left?

Who cares... You never knew how to listen

What do you want me to say?
That time will improve?
That the government is a mess?
That Barça lost again today?

What do you want me to say?
That I can't take it without you,
That my life shattered when you left without thinking that...

I would never, never recover
because when you played, I believed
that what you were doing was loving
and meanwhile,
I fell in love like a fan
of your voice, your friends, your clothes
and the way you looked.

What do you want me to say?
That I prefer to walk on the beach
and listen to Billy Joel or maybe Ben Folds Five
because I know you hated them
they weren't indie enough
who cares....
you were always the most

What do you want me to say?
That work is not bad
That they closed the place where we used to play

What do you want me to say?
That you ripped out my heart
and now you come to ask for forgiveness
after a century or two...