NOVIEMBRE

Sometimes I want to go back
With the illusion that there is a chance to return to the past
Sunday hangover, some beers, a barbecue
There were no flowers, pressed weed was a luxury

Baby where should you be?
Did you ever think I would think of you again?
I saw you kicking and my mind started to work again
But we both know there's no fuel for us to talk

So
Come on, shoot me pussy
Cheesy dream Luci come on
It's my music that reflects the cities
If you give me what is valuable to me
Musical feelings
To turn on the mic and come out through your headphones

So goodbye, I'm not coming back
I'm suffering for your love, it's more hate than peace
I promised myself I never want to return
To that deep pain where there are no others

I don't sleep at night anymore, nor during the days
I wonder why I fell in love, sorry my bad
For feeling warmth from such a cold person
I can't fake my feelings, I'm too real

The phone
The phone rings and I run desperately waiting for a message from you but there's nothing
The good thing is I have you as my wallpaper to look into your eyes and pretend what your gaze provokes

Baby baby nice to meet you maybe not for you
I 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, shoot me pussy
Cheesy dream Luci come on
It's my music that reflects the cities
If you give me what is valuable to me
Musical feelings
To turn on the mic and come out through your headphones

So goodbye, I'm not coming back
I'm suffering for your love, it's more hate than peace
I promised myself I never want to return
To that deep pain where there are no others