I put your photo on the dresser
To feel you are here
I came here during January
Outside, I think it's April now
I don't give a damn about the news
They never talk about me anyway
I made a country out of this pit
Since the moment you were not here anymore
This is its national anthem
And I used your brown G-string as a flag
I must confess I am not very well
And I don't know how is it that I'm still standing
And I'm still here, hitting bottom
Discovering everything we lacked
Blaming myself for everything
Melting bit by bit what little air I got left
And I'm still here, hitting bottom
From my country, being it this 5th floor
Since your self-imposed exile
Nostalgia keeps being the Prime Minister
Everything in my country is
In the same state it was when you abandoned it
The flowers on the wallpaper
The Dali copy you forgot
It's obvious I miss you
and other cheesy things
Don't insist in the things that hurt you
That's another phrase you invented
And even if I have paid the taxes
During this bankrupt also know as living without you
There's no budget left
For the upcoming winter, if you are not going to be here
And I'm still here, hitting bottom
Discovering everything we lacked
Blaming myself for everything
Melting bit by bit what little air I got left
And I'm still here, hitting bottom
From my country, being it this 5th floor
Since your self-imposed exile
Nostalgia keeps being the Prime Minister
And I'm still here, hitting bottom
Discovering everything we lacked
Blaming myself for everything
Melting bit by bit what little air I got left
And I'm still here, hitting bottom
From my country, being it this 5th floor
Since your self-imposed exile
Nostalgia keeps being the Prime Minister