El Lado Izquierdo de La Cama

Frames with silent photos
Worn-out glasses, drunk on you
The counterweight of nothing
I’m the half that’s left of this April

Pain keeps chasing me
And I scream that it’s enough

I don’t want to wake up here
On the left side of this bed
Tired of watching us lie
A witness to everything I lost

I’ve got words saved up
Verses that taste like the first time
A treasure in my soul
Poisoned by dreams and yesterday

Pain keeps chasing me
And I scream that it’s enough

I don’t want to wake up here
On the left side of this bed
Tired of watching us lie
A witness to everything I lost

And I don’t want to wake up here
On the left side of this bed
Tired of watching us lie
It’s what’s left of this April
A witness to everything I lost