NO ES AMOR </3
Su mirada me embriagaba como fiesta
Re-reventado en un somier
Bebiendo cada recuerdo y al despertar
Me da resaca no poderte tener
El corazón se aceleraba pulso a pulso
Y en cada impulso sobrepasando el number 100
Con cada truco, comí del fruto
Y mal viajando fui rehén y eso
No es amor, es obsesión
Lo que tengo para darte, es efímero en todas partes
No es amor, es obsesión
Lo que tengo para darte, es efímero en todas partes
Dejé las cuentas sin pagas
Si con mi psique yo platique
Y con el dedo meñique del pie
Pegue a tu alma de plástico
Si confiesa su sexto sentido en una voice
No sos tan vulgar
Me reconforta saber que lo que hice estuvo bien
Y lo tuyo
(¡TODO MAL!)
No es amor, es obsesión
Lo que tengo para darte, es efímero en todas partes
No es amor, es obsesión
Lo que tengo para darte
Tantas cosas por decirse, tantas cosas por decir
Que no sé que decir cuando estás acá
Y decirte tantas cosas por
Me olvidé decir de tanto pensar
No es que no me importes si fuera importante
Me importaría y no tendría que colgar
La diferencia es que la mente juega en contra y a la diferencia que sos simplemente
No es amor, es obsesión
Lo que tengo para darte, es efímero en todas partes
No es amor, es obsesión
Lo que tengo para darte
NOT LOVE </3
His gaze intoxicated me like a party
Bursting on a mattress
Drinking every memory and upon waking up
I get a hangover from not being able to have you
My heart raced beat by beat
And with each impulse surpassing the number 100
With every trick, I ate from the fruit
And badly traveling, I was a hostage and that
It's not love, it's obsession
What I have to give you is fleeting everywhere
It's not love, it's obsession
What I have to give you is fleeting everywhere
I left the bills unpaid
If I chatted with my psyche
And with the pinky toe
I stuck to your plastic soul
If he confesses his sixth sense in a voice
You're not so vulgar
It comforts me to know that what I did was right
And yours
(EVERYTHING WRONG!)
It's not love, it's obsession
What I have to give you is fleeting everywhere
It's not love, it's obsession
What I have to give you
So many things to say, so many things to say
That I don't know what to say when you're here
And to tell you so many things
I forgot to say from thinking so much
It's not that you don't matter if it were important
It would matter and I wouldn't have to hang up
The difference is that the mind plays against and the difference is that you're simply
It's not love, it's obsession
What I have to give you is fleeting everywhere
It's not love, it's obsession
What I have to give you