Álbum de Fotos

I grab the freshly framed photo album
I flip through the pages, it smells new and untouched
I run my hand over the cover, feeling happy
I'm going to put the first photo we took
The one from the trip to nowhere
Discovering new horizons, remember that trip?
In the only place in Europe where it's legal to get high
Making it ours, wild souls

I've put another photo
One you took of me, actually
I'm drunk, eating the ceiling
I remember you took it and gave me a kiss
And then we went straight to bed

And the next day I was dead
Until I saw your body coming out of the shower
I think I felt something I had never felt before
I can't stop looking at you, but don't worry, it's not your fault

This feeling is hidden in
This photo where I hug you
And we've been together for over a year
I've never felt so supported
But it hurts that it's becoming a habit to look at each other

I get up and go to work
And she gets up a while later and sees me all messed up
It shows in this photo I've placed, the fourth one we took
Today we laughed talking about getting married

I grab the slightly worn photo album
I flip through the pages and show it to her excitedly
I've never been so fulfilled seeing her smile
And she promises to take a photo before we go to bed

But in that photo there's a drawing because we're arguing
And when she took it, she crossed me out
And we said no, but in the end we did put it
As a promise not to do it again

But promises are fragile, situations are difficult
Short moments where you decide
There are things a photo album can't prevent
There are apologies that don't count
Excuses that don't work

We have another funny one at the movies recently
Smoking inside the theater because we're alone
When we left, I got really mad
Because three idiots passed by and one winked at her

But there are moments when
Two things happen at the same time, but you don't see one
In this case, I only saw his wink
But she smiled back, although I found out after hitting her

And a few hours later they took another photo of me at the police station after arresting me
Which I don't keep nor want to keep
Because it wasn't the first time I messed up by acting without thinking first

And I'm not going to cry in the eighth one because I'm not in it
She's out partying with another dude
And I wasn't watching her at all
I just saw her in his story before going on stage

I don't cry, I sing
I go up and bleed out, I break myself and when I come down
I realize you'll never be by my side again
That's why I printed it and kept it too

And now I'm home alone
Getting messages from girls at all hours
But I write: Why do you hate me?
And I don't want to answer anyone
I want you to answer me

But you won't, because I don't even talk to myself
I don't answer calls or make them
I've locked myself in these four walls of my head
And I'm spending, I'm killing myself, I'm me—

I grab the photo album full of dusty rust
I quickly flip through the pages to the last space
That was blank, until I wrote with my blood
This is for me, I'm going to burn you

(I've learned that)
(It's better to burn memories than let them consume you)
(And this was consuming me)
(I'm sorry if you hear this and it hurts you)
(But it hurt me too, so)
(Now we're at peace)
(I'm going to burn you)