Malos Pensamientos

Out of sync they come
Your ghosts to spit on me
Your memories
You were a meal without wine
A stone of destiny
A hangover Sunday

You were an afternoon in hell
A night at the airport
A winter without blankets
You were and the important thing has been that
It's in the past although I complain
I don't miss you nor feel you

You were a Monday morning
A stage without lights
A candle that goes out
You were an unfinished war
A dagger when it stabs
A fire in the mountains
You were and the important thing has been that
It's in the past although I complain
Although I complain out of sync

Out of sync they come
Your ghosts to spit on me
Your memories
In my soul another sack of cement
In my head bad thoughts
You were a rum and coke without ice
A demon in the sky
I'm not exaggerating nor lying

We were two stray dogs
Eternally naked
Playing to hurt each other
Playing not to understand each other
Out of sync they come
Your ghosts to spit on me
Your memories
In my soul another sack of cement
In my head bad thoughts