38 grados

I know what poison tastes like
The one that runs through the skin hidden in your ripped jeans
The one that made us grow, change, and scare each other
The one that made us blind if it's under your porch
To eat out of habit, but to take us for crazy

I know what winter tastes like
It forces me to forget your hungover Sundays
It forces me to exchange your gaze for sharp drinks
The one that runs through the streets bathed in loneliness
By the same coldness that covers the silver

But sirs, I'm not here to learn lessons
Let the elders be silent, as long as there's something left to sing
And in two lines, I'm about beer and reflections
Songs come out on their own when there's tequila with salt
I have plenty of reasons to tell you again that I don't need
(I don't need) you to forgive me

I know what kisses taste like
The ones that come from within to cause shivers
The ones given at the bar to fill your emptiness
The ones from spinning the bottle trying to beat chance
Let's not think, like we did as kids

But sirs, I'm not here to learn lessons
Let the elders be silent, as long as there's something left to sing
And in two lines, I'm about beer and reflections
Songs come out on their own when there's tequila with salt
I have plenty of reasons to tell you again that I don't need
Your kisses, your body, your screams or anything (your screams or anything)

Because I, tempted your luck
And being in front, I couldn't look at it
I just wanted to roam the entire city to see you
Constantly thinking of you
Because of an indifference that I can't forget

But sirs, I'm not here to learn lessons
Let the elders be silent, as long as there's something left to sing
And in two lines, I'm about beer and reflections
Songs come out on their own when there's tequila with salt
I have plenty of reasons to tell you again that I don't need (I don't need)
I don't need you to forgive me