Loving you is not the best, I know for sure
With there being so many things to do, less traumatic
Like finding shapes in the clouds
Or going to the cinema or doing nothing
Loving you is not the best, but I like it
Maybe I'm playing masochist as always
Instead of distracting myself with football
or with the internet like everyone does.
Loving you is not the best, but it's perfect
To find some sense in this routine
Of only being just a citizen forever
Just one more.
Loving you will make me suffer, such good luck
To remind me that I exist and I feel
To have something to think about every night
To live.
Loving you is a poison that gives life
It's a torch that lights up if it gets turned off
It's the sublime with the idiocy
It's what I feel and who cares
Loving you is the most decietful truth
It's the best of the worst that has happened to me
It's russian roulette for a kiss
It's the same old thing improvised
Loving you is a mistake, a friend says
That thinks being happy is being free
And loses the nuance that uncertainty gives
Loving you.
Is the embassy of a instant in my brain
Is also having hated you a couple of times
Loving you is an absurd and we know it
And it will be so, while it lasts.