Un Diablo Bueno

But I swear I won't drown you anymore, I won't chase you down
I won't even think about you, I won't think about you unless you think of me
I won't wish for you unless you wish for me
You let me know if I'm on your mind, you let me know if you want me
Like a slave

Stop talking nonsense, slave, can you imagine?
Yeah, I want to be your slave
And all you want is not a slave, that's just how it is

It's a new day, the sun's peeking over the mountains
I don't feel the bed empty since I've been sleeping with depression
Sometimes we need a little understanding
If we cry drunk to a song
Well, I'm human, my heart's not in vain
It was supposed to be forever, you let go of my hand
I went to pray to God at a Christian temple
To protect her from any worm
Since I'm going to keep loving her until I turn into a veteran
Those summer loves hurt so much
I knew she had to go, but it was too soon
Save me from this everyday world
On the way, bring me a surgeon because the only organ that works is this damn piano, man
It's this damn piano (the only organ that works)

I'm not lying, sometimes I think of her
When I meditate, when I make lunch
When I wake up, when I fall asleep
When I breathe, when I lose my breath
I dreamed of you again, guilty of my depressions
Another day where you take a spot in my songs
Sometimes I think I see you in my hallucinations
I've searched for your face in other expressions
Also your skin and the sensations aren't the same
I'm feeling pretty bitter looking at your photos
I remember her so much, even the jokes she laughed at
I know her well enough to write her a biography
She left in my worst moment, came back when I was almost dying
I checked my empty pockets, gave her everything I had
She promised to be my water and now I'm in drought
The tears are gone, I only spill poetry (I only spill poetry, yeah, yeah)

The clouds have started to clear
The flowers are wilting
There are wounds that refuse to close
When the heart doesn't beat the same way anymore
It's time to pack my bags and get out
The damn habit of thinking she'll come back
Who didn't want to stay.