La Basura
Ultraligera
The Trash
If I turned into
A distant religion
And stopped messing things up so much
If I strangled myself
With the cord of your hairdryer
Even then I wouldn't be able to stop
That typical gesture of yours to
Press the spot where
A tear is born
I keep living among
The trash that piles up in my house
And the trash that I accumulate
That I don't clean because I'm hungover
And you banned me from texting you on days like today
With my gaze lost
A silly laugh
And I'm so sorry
The shivers of the afternoon
I'm sorry, buddy
It's the last time
I was humming a song
To cover the silence
Of not knowing what to do
Uh, uh, uh
If I took refuge
In your gray sky
And stopped messing things up so much
I see it scares you
When my self-destruction begins
Even then I wouldn't be able to stop
That typical gesture of yours to
Press the spot
Where a tear is born
I keep living among
The trash that piles up in my house
And the trash that I accumulate
That I don't clean because I'm hungover
And you banned me from texting you on days like today
With my gaze lost
A silly laugh
And I'm so sorry
The shivers of the afternoon
I'm sorry, buddy
It's the last time
I was humming a song
To cover the silence
Of not knowing what to do
Uh, uh, uh
