you're spilling like an overflowing sink
you're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece
and now you're tearing through the pages and the ink
everything is blue
his pills, his hands, his jeans
and now I'm covered in the colors
pulled apart at the seams
and it's blue
de noche y de día, de noche y de día, you know I'm just a flight away, if you wanted you can take a private plane. A kilómetros estamos conectando, y me prendes aunque no me estés tocando;