Dry Martini S.a

I talk to myself, drink tea
I take notes to make
My life without you something livable (livable)
I read the whole reason
Today I disassembled the television
Humming an unbearable song (unbearable)
So when you have nothing to do
And I cross your mind
No one can hear you
So think of me
As if you loved me

And from the other room and leaning against the wall
I heard you question even love itself and I thought
out loud
But how bad (nacho, you did it wrong again) very bad
(you did it wrong)
It was a game and now it's real
But how bad (nacho, you did it wrong again), fatal
(you did it wrong)
It was a dream and now it's real

I miss a flight, I miss a train
I lose my temper
And for you, I will slowly lose my mind
You greet me with a smile
You drag me twenty meters along the ground
And you only say this is crazy (crazy)

While I raise a hand with which
I could touch the sky
The other caresses your insides
With the tips of its fingers
And I become so small
That I slip inside like a fish
And I wonder if this will be the deepest
I will ever know you (nacho, you did it wrong)
How bad (you did it wrong)
It was a game and now it's real
But how bad (nacho, you did it wrong), fatal
(you did it wrong)
It was a dream and now it's real
But how bad (nacho, you did it wrong), very bad
(you did it wrong)
It was a game and now it's real
We'll have (nacho, you did it wrong), not so bad
(you did it wrong), dry martini, anal sex

The air, the air, loving you is like trying to catch with the
hands the air
The air, the air, loving you is like performing a miracle

You say I've come this far and it was fine
But you don't move from your place
I get to three
I'll start running
But I forget that I can't count

But how bad (nacho, you did it wrong), very bad
(you did it wrong)
It was a game and now it's real
We'll have (nacho, you did it wrong), not so bad
(you did it wrong)
Dry Martini, anal sex

The air, the air, loving you is like trying to catch with the
hands the air
The air, the air, loving you is like performing a miracle
How bad, very bad
It was a game and now it's real
But how bad, fatal
It was a dream and now it's real
But how bad, very, very bad
It was a game and now it's real
We'll have, not so bad,
Dry Martini, S.A.