Pendiente De Ti

On Your Mind

You're so selfish...! You only think about yourself. You come looking for me when you need a place to crash, and as soon as you get it, you leave without even smoking a cigarette with me. Always the same game. You use me and move on. We never talk about anything. You don't even bother to lie. You don't take me out to dinner. You don't stay the night. I don't know who you are or what I am to you. If there's something between us, you couldn't care less. You don't know that I'm always on your mind and I have my own little heart. That's how the branch spoke to the little bird... You come looking for me when you need a place to crash. And so they repeated, disillusioned, a muse to a poet and a vote to a politician. And the string to the spinning top, and a sunbeam to an old man, and the mountains to the echo, and the soldier to the commander; and the guitar to the song and the song to the singer. I don't know who you are or what I am to you. If there's something between us, you couldn't care less. You don't know that I'm always on your mind and I have my own little heart. ...But I warn you that I won't allow you to keep playing with my feelings. You'll come looking for me one of these days and maybe by then I won't be here... You don't know that I'm always on your mind.