Maldita Mudanza (part. Camilo)

What’s that house like, the one you built one day?
What’s hanging on the walls?
That watch you when you undress

And what’s the floor like?
What carpet did you choose?
Is the couch finally white?
And I wonder, who did you pick it with?

It could’ve been me, but I didn’t stick around
My heart was taken by this wild nomad
This damn move just keeps pushing me
That place, without me, hurts because it belongs to someone else

You were starting the fire
You were starting the fire
You were starting the fire
And I was packing my bags

I don’t want to and I resist becoming a memory
I don’t want to be the sorrow that sneaks into your dreams
If I think about what we were, I find myself laughing
You and I are etched in the soul of time

And it’s not that I didn’t fulfill everything I wanted
And it’s not that I didn’t think of you, I did think of you
If no one looks at me like you used to look at me
Success is having you on my side of the bed

It could’ve been me, but I didn’t stick around
My heart was taken by this wild nomad
This damn move just keeps pushing me
That place, without me, hurts because it belongs to someone else

You were starting the fire
You were starting the fire (you were starting the fire)
You were starting the fire
And I was packing my bags

And I was packing my bags
And I was packing my bags

It’s cold out here
And I don’t always find shelter
You don’t think of me anymore
You don’t think of me anymore
Or did I keep going with you?