Los Domingos No Se Toman Decisiones (feat. Pablo Alborán)

Hating myself alone in the living room
Every now and then, I cry you a piano
I don't know how to handle the break
When a couple of plans have been canceled on me

I don't know if it's a product of my imagination
But the sky is not cloudy today
They say on TV that the Sun has come out
But in my head, everything is flooded

I know nothing about that little boy
If you see him, tell him I'm waiting here
That even though I'm achieving his dreams
I think Mom misses him

When I didn't know stress and anxiety
That this life takes away and gives you
That the tears that drown me
Are the same ones that make me keep going

That looking at it from a perspective
Everything can be reasoned
But there's something that prevents me
That makes everything go wrong

I don't want to have dinner, I can't sleep
Give me more options
Come and dry my face
Take away these dark clouds

I know that Sundays
Are not for making decisions
But it's usually a good day
To write you songs

Silencing half of what I feel
Putting up for sale every feeling
Clutching onto drama like time
That slips away even when it goes slow

Avoiding swerves and jumps, I still do
Seeing blank faces when I say it out loud
I don't want to see it again
It kills me over and over again

I don't want to have dinner, I can't sleep
Give me more options
Come and dry my face
Take away these dark clouds

I know that Sundays
Are not for making decisions
But it's usually a good day
To write you songs

I don't want to have dinner, I can't sleep
Give me more options
Come and dry my face
Take away these dark clouds

I know that Sundays
Are not for making decisions
But it's usually a good day
To write you songs