otra vida

I learned to solve the maze
To escape your prison
To see if it was better to move on
In a straight line or fly with a clear mind
In the end, I realized I wasn't looking for an exit

If my little eyes can't cry anymore
It wasn't for not replying
To the hundred messages I was gonna delete
If you log on, I won't leave your cult
In the end, I realized I'm not good at goodbyes

I can stand on my own, but damn, you take good care of me
Three tries were enough to get over your leaving
I don't enjoy the fall if I don't fight the climb
Each one on their own, but my side is a lie

The gifts and the cake are all gone
I don't ask about jacuzzis when I go to a hotel anymore
The little paper airplanes have taken off
Where we dreamed, wrote, and signed our honeymoon

The after-sex cigarettes have run out
I miss the tickles that your skin used to keep
I tore up your letters and burned your photos
But the memory of your words is still just as cruel

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-uh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

I can stand on my own, but damn, you take good care of me
Three tries were enough to get over your leaving
I don't enjoy the fall if I don't fight the climb
Each one on their own, but my side is a lie

The gifts and the cake are all gone
I don't ask about jacuzzis when I go to a hotel anymore
The little paper airplanes have taken off
Where we dreamed, wrote, and signed our honeymoon

The after-sex cigarettes have run out
I miss the tickles that your skin used to keep
I tore up your letters and burned your photos
But the memory of your words is still just as cruel