Lobos

The wolves have come out looking for me
Tracking the scent of a wounded heart
They follow the remnants of a present
That refuses to be the past
And insists on coming with me
I admit I’m never easy to deal with
I’m a bit quieter than usual
I’ve got a date tonight with the Moon
I left the door open for my friend uncertainty

I, who made myself
I’m missing the clues
I’ve got too much drive
And never perfect
And you, the suspense that hurts
What a shame you always invite me to a standoff

I can’t stop believing and I still trust
But I don’t always count on there being time for everything
We lost our minds with all this chaos and my head
Lost us too, in its own way

It’s probably me who needs to explain to you
In detail everything that’s going on with me now
But the beat of my heart runs on crazy moments
And glances that pierce

I, who made myself
I’m missing the clues
I’ve got too much drive
And never perfect
And you, the suspense that hurts
What a shame you always invite me to a standoff

I, who made myself
I’m missing the clues
I’ve got too much drive
And never perfect
And you, the suspense that hurts
What a shame you always invite me to a standoff