Los Mismos

Better not even promise each other things
We're not going to be able to fulfill it, mommy, life isn't so rosy
I know it won't be for that long
I would hate for life to be faster and love to be slower
And give us that feeling
To think that we know very differently when kissing
And in bed we can't even fit
I'm afraid to see you and not be the same
Or another person comes along and you forget I exist

Oh, oh, oh
To think that we know very differently when kissing and in bed we will not return
To fit in, I'm afraid to see you and not be the same
Oh, oh, or that another person comes along and you forget I exist
Oh, oh