NOVIEMBRE

Sometimes I want to go back
With the illusion that there is a possibility of going back to the past
Hangover Sunday, a few beers, a barbecue
Flowers did not exist, they were a luxury, that pressing

Baby where are you supposed to be?
Did you ever think that I would think about you again?
I saw you kicking and my mind started to spin again
But we both know you don't have the time to talk

So
Come on pussy shoot me
I sound cheesy Luci dale
It's because of my music that reflects the cities
You do give me what is worth it to me
Musical feelings
To turn it on to the microphone and output through your headphones

So goodbye, I'm not coming back anymore
I'm suffering because your love is more hate than peace
I promised myself I never want to go back
To that deep pain where no others exist

I no longer sleep at night or during the day
I wonder why I fell in love sorry my bad
For having felt warmth from such a cold person
I can't suck my feelings I'm too real

The phone
My phone rings and I run desperately waiting for a message from you but the truth is there is nothing
The good thing is that I have you as a wallpaper to look into your eyes and simulate what your gaze causes

Baby baby a luxury to meet you maybe not for you
I'll throw you a night of bars to boost your ego
Give it to me, give it to me, girl, that poison
I want to take the risk as if it were a game

Come on pussy shoot me
I sound cheesy Luci dale
It's because of my music that reflects the cities
You do give me what is worth it to me
Musical feelings
To turn it on to the microphone and output through your headphones

So goodbye, I'm not coming back anymore
I'm suffering because your love is more hate than peace
I promised myself I never want to go back
To that deep pain where no others exist