We know where you live

we've been together since
you've been together and
we know you haven't get over us

we are here. we are las ganas
retornables e inreciclables
of touching your skin with a knife

you feel it everytime you dream about him
you feel it when you wake up, when you cry
cuando crees superarlo, we are there

we are the demons.
we play the piano solo in your head.
dreamers, we never learn.

see the blood running
feel la satisfacción
you know you can't run away

is it really that bad?
no es sólo la sociedad condenándolo?
is it valid?

you know you think it is
you know we are plausible
e impostergable