Se Me da Mal Ser Mayor

Nine minus ten
As you see, I'm late again
I shower and make myself a coffee
And back to the routine from nine to seven
And yes, waiting for the train from Chamartín
I carry a gray cloud over me
And a thousand stories to keep me awake and I'm still here
Because the office is killing me
And the uniform is suffocating me
And the routine is weighing me down

I'm bad at being older
Struggling to be better
Hoping that at twenty-six
I'll be good at everything they didn't teach us
No, I'm bad at being older
Immature and a loser
We're bad at being older
Older, how about you?