Amics, Tiets I Coneguts (feat. Els Amics De Les Arts)

I miss having lunch at grandma's house almost every Sunday
Watching Iniesta play, I feel like staying here
I miss the hungover mornings after a party day
Today it's stormy, I feel like staying in bed

(We can't do it anymore)
Nanana

I have a party monkey that makes me mentally unstable
I don't think I empathize at all with people
But I see that I've learned to value the little moments

But I'm calm, working on a project with my uncle
I look for apartments on Habitacle and I think I'm addicted to Vinted
Wallapop while I pee sitting down and waste time

You insult the radio for always playing the same thing
I look for a playlist of songs I've discovered
The hits of this month and the next ones

Windows down, it's you and me and the Golden Hour
A sun that tickles your face and soft music
It's 10 in the morning and I wonder if you'll come and you say
Nanana

I have a Dropbox ready called: Songs that will soon rock
I have Bowie's pompadour, always quoting Josep Pla
If you want to be a great genius, he says you have to look like one first
I have a strong suspicion that I have a winning horse
A stratospheric hit, get my gold record ready
Nieces, Friends, and money: Let Benidorm tremble

It's already mid-afternoon and I can't get inspired
Come on, I'll play a Queen song, I pretend here and there
I sing it for two seconds. You caught me (Auntie uh, uh, uh)
I'm a failure, I'll throw everything to hell
Luckily you're here, I have you, when you see me with my head down
You always come, hug me tight and whisper in my ear: Don't worry
Nanana