Get out, you told me: "Get out"
As if I didn't know my mistakes
Grow up, you told me: "Grow up"
High heels and cold feet, you trample me
You can't wait until I go on tour
So for a month I fuck off
But then you call me back and you want more
Like the buildings of the Vatican
And the small mistakes of my youth
If there is love, you pay them more
Sorry, sometimes it comes back on me
Even though I quit everything a year ago
Then I searched you every saturday
Like a son of a bitch searching an alibi
Die, die, die ,die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die for you
Die, die, die
Every fucking time, die for you
Like tonight is the last one
Die, die, die
For what it's worth, for your own ideas
Every fucking time, die for you
And then waking up in pieces like origami
Medicins, compressed
These kids are only depressed when it suits them
After all, they never had concert nights
And you know I kinda miss fucking you in the toilets
I remember the night you said: "trick or treat?"
And I was only thinking of filling you like an arena
Okay, I admit it
You're more than a game, you're a hundred percent
Only God knows how many times I dreamed of coming inside you, cursed heart
Then I searched you every saturday
Like a son of a bitch searching an alibi
Die, die, die ,die
Die, die, die, die
Die, die for you
Die, die, die
Every fucking time, die for you
Like tonight is the last one
Die, die, die
For what it's worth, for your own ideas
Every fucking time, die for you
And then waking up in pieces like a hooligan
(Get out, you told me: "Get out")
(As if you didn't know them, you say: "Get out")
Like tonight is the last one
And then waking up in pieces like a hooligan
Like tonight is the last one