Controlr Zeballos

I hate myself and don't ask me to try
I have two options to be happy forever
The first is to hit it, the second is to have you
And all that's left is to nail it, because I just lost you

I'm tying myself to the bed, mom, so I don't go looking for you
I know it's useless to repeat what you've already heard
That I love you, that I miss you, that I'm sorry for hurting you
That all the baths don't serve to wash your scent off my flesh

A record being edited with phrases I recorded for nothing
And a guy yelling at me every time I look in the mirror
I invite you to touch my skin, it's not the same skin
At the peak of the pyramid giving my soul to the old man

Your mistakes, mine
Having you on top
No money, no signatures
Give me that skinny girl for life

And I swear enough, don't ask
For me to leave, don't continue
I hate that empty bed
I miss the drama and your laughter

Mom looks at me: What's with that fallen face?
I hate ignoring her, I knew
But the talks suffocate me
I hope to see how your wound heals me
For now, I keep waiting, to see if you call one day

One second I feel wise
The next I'm rolling a cigarette
To feel the taste of your lips
If I sink it's necessary
I wish I was as good at loving you as I am at imagining you daily

One second I feel wise
The next I'm rolling a cigarette
For the taste of your lips
If I sink it's necessary, I wish I was as good at loving you

Remember our gazes crossing at the red light
You with him and me with her, and you, I don't know, with bottles
Do you remember when we were overcome by desire?
Your eyes turned with pleasure and the room turned into a star

The silence burns me, this emptiness doesn't fill
Just to not make you uncomfortable, I don't put your name in the song
Scoring an own goal in extra time
God brought me to the field to prolong problems

Today loneliness embraces me, although the DM weighs on me
Those ladies don't interest me, I swear on my grandmother
The same one I would like you to meet
One Sunday at home with the whole family at the table

There were more parties, more dates
You're my best written line
I wanted you to see my little sister grow with me
I could make you a list, but I don't think I can resist
Keep mentioning you without the ink piercing my chest

One second I feel wise, the next I'm
Rolling a cigarette to feel the taste of your lips
If I sink it's necessary
I wish I was as good at loving you as I am at imagining you daily

One second I feel wise
The next I'm rolling a cigarette
For the taste of your lips
If I sink it's necessary, I wish I was as good at loving you