If I've bitten too much,
And I don't know what you taste like,
Why does every time that I sing to you,
the words just leave (my mouth)?
And if the moon falls and sees that you leave,
I know that I am lost.
Because there is no way that I can find you
And satisfy my vice.
And I won't tell you how much I've thought,
That I don't want,
For you to leave.
How many kisses have you saved,
For not going out to gift them?
How many nights have I waited for you,
To be able to waste them?
If this is a night of lies,
Tell me that you'll take them back.
That it doesn't matter what they tell you,
I want to have you one more time.
Just one.
And if I don't search for you,
And if it doesn't matter to you,
I'll pretend that it doesn't hurt me
That my memory is short.