I surrender.
I surrender to the cold I get when I know you've surrendered.
I know I'm nothing
and you're too much.
I already know I'm nothing and that you're everything.
I can't be at home sometimes and I count the days in my mind.
And I lose the number while I work, I'm sorry.
I'm expert on deserts - forgive me if I get lost in them.
With everything I like.
With everything I hate about myself.
With everything I don't like about you.
With everything that made us burn.
With everything I like.
With everything I hate about myself.
With everything I don't, don't like about you.
With everything I want at home for Christmas.
I'm alone and it's always been like that.
The beautiful thing of a defect is when you finally admit it.
I've applauded, I've nodded
lost with no control - today I feel like I'm drowning.
On the streets, I ask who I am.
I'm replied by those who don't remember.
How the soul hurts if you look in the mirror and don't see yourself.
I'm expert on eternity - forgive me if I get lost now.
With everything I like.
With everything I hate about myself.
With everything I don't like about you.
With everything that made us burn.
With everything I like.
With everything I hate about myself.
With everything I don't, don't like about you.
With everything I want at home for Christmas.
Thursday, Friday, Monday.
Monday, Thursday, Friday.
I imagined having you like this
but I didn't imagine never seeing you like this.
Thursday, Friday, Monday.
Monday, Thursday, Friday.
All the news programmes,
all of them talk about the chaos inside me at Christmas.
With everything I like.
With everything I hate about myself.
With everything I don't like about you.
With everything that made us burn.
With everything I like.
With everything I hate about myself.
With everything I don't, don't like about you.
With everything I want at home for Christmas.