El Autocinema

That I am alone
In the drive-in theater
It's something that makes me desperate
To see the werewolf
If you're not here

It's not funny
To eat popcorn if you're already gone
You left me without compassion
And made my hand into pork rinds

And when the cockroach turns on the lights
I'll go very alone to buy some candy
And when the projection starts
I'll be left in love
Hugging the horn
Because you're not here

It's not possible that the windows
Are not fogged up
That my arms are not frozen

Because the heating doesn't warm
If you're not here