Air by Fernando Bocadillos

was all alone and asked you for air
you were losing your shit and didnt seem to care
so i cut myself and went for a hike
had my own cross to bear

this mountain is so tall
and the seasons are too short
and i dont really wanna fall
so did you il go alone

if i get up there il see
not a cloud befire my eyes
just the sunbeams on my retins
and the transparent blue skies

and the second you retreat
is the home you denied me
you just used me and i used you
and we use to call it friendship

now we pushed away our fears
theres no use of shedding tears
all past feelings lingering
on a thread tghat is so thin
so i better keep on moving
to my sweet scent little south
where you going is your problem
and i really give a fuck
is this a real mistake
or just a drill for a rematch

• ARGENTINA POP
• Pop
• Soundtrack Music
• bedroom pop
• bedroom recordings
• home recording
• lo-fi rock and roll
• lo-fibedroompop
• piano pop
• sad songs
• Buenos Aires