Con Lo Bien Que Le Quedaba (feat. Kaze)

[Xenon]
(Eehh, with how well it fit you
With how well it fit you)
It's Kaze, it's Xenon
Filling us with this because of your emptiness

[Kaze]
With how well it fit her, your body in my bed
Your face on my pillow, your skin on my sheets
With how well my hands fit in your hair
But you chose not to be here

With how well it fit her, your body in my bed
Your eyes in my eyes and your hands in my hands
But you're not here anymore, but you're not here anymore
I know you'll come back, I know you'll come back

And now I think this isn't for me
Following the trail of your scent before sleeping
Counting sheep to be able to close my eyes
Thinking about the fleshy nature of your lips
Feeling that I love you but I hate you
I told you I was going to put the sky at your feet
And it's logical to call it plutonic love
Making love doesn't fix what we argue about
It's more about hurting each other, we should call it karmasutra

And routes blocked by rocks
That could be your curves covered by your clothes
But it might be for the best since we'll drift apart later
And I miss the warmth more than when we're angry and radiating

Just goodbye and good luck
Being two, making one at a hundred percent
No love, just a desire to bite
Seeing you for the last time has been a pleasure

With how well it fit her, your body in my bed
Your face on my pillow, your skin on my sheets
With how well my hands fit in your hair
But you chose not to be here

With how well it fit her, your body in my bed
Your eyes in my eyes and your hands in my hands
But you're not here anymore, but you're not here anymore
I know you'll come back, I know you'll come back

[Xenon]
I'm breaking up with what hurts
Resisting every blow when you say you're not coming
The funeral of dying words
The city turns off lights, doesn't seduce if it doesn't hurt

What do you want, huh? What do you want from me?
Show me life the way you prefer, that
I don't even know how you guys do it
But I kill my demons like in Devil May Cry

For what she told me on the threshold
For arguments that end up lying on the couch
I wanted to stop time, someone said to speed up
I don't even know where I am if I don't know where you are

This is pain but it's insane
At least missing each other, we share something and
Like a jungle that no longer plays
Writing with love for people who don't fall in love

With how well it fit her, your body in my bed
Your face on my pillow, your skin on my sheets
With how well my hands fit in your hair
But you chose not to be here

With how well it fit her, your body in my bed
Your eyes in my eyes and your hands in my hands
But you're not here anymore, but you're not here anymore
I know you'll come back, I know you'll come back

With how well it fit her, your body in my bed
Your face on my pillow, your skin on my sheets
With how well it fit her
Writing with love for people who don't fall in love