We have two dogs
Who do they love more? We will never know
A bookshelf with novels, magazines, and biographies
Philosophy books that shape our thoughts
The fridge covered in stickers of bands
That have slept on the floor, in the living room
Or sounded deep in my ear
Love is not stealing your partner's headphones
There is a plastic table
From some brewery, the logo all scratched
Buy another one? Look, maybe I could
But there we dined on delicacies and quesadillas
While we discuss the days, the dreams, the doubts
The sacred foods give us heartburn (antacid)
Behind the bathroom mirror, I smile
Our toothbrushes (also sleep side by side)
Lower the temperature, damn
I intertwine my joints with yours without hesitation
In the closet, nothing fits me like before
Our house (in the middle of the street like Madness)
Empty bottles, large beers on the floor
The wine bottle, the quarter of Bombay Sapphire
We need to organize the bar, we have a reason
To toast to the simple life we have built

From the living room to the dining room, under the blanket
We don't need more if it's you and me
When it's cold, there's warmth, all afternoon on the couch
We don't need more if it's you and me
Just you and me

We have a stain that Cucho left on the carpet
And we need to pay for gas and electricity or they'll cut it off
By norm, six records adorn the turntable
I'm obsessed with Mos Def and your Atmosphere
So what if nothing matches in this orphanage
Of blankets and cushions, plates and cinema glasses
A projector for the weekends if friends come over
The medium screen to continue in bed
The dirty coffee maker, the collection of mugs
The bong and the first aid kit where you stash the weed
You hide them when the moms visit our place
We climb three floors so you can smoke on the rooftop
The stationary bike for rainy days
And my acoustic guitar with rusty strings
The Vicky Jones visiting, it doesn't matter when you come
Three knocks on the door, the landlady passed by
And the month on the mat watching a slasher
I have a crate next to the toilet with my Thrasher collection
The wet floor, the washing machine's damages
I think of the fights saved if we had two bathrooms
How many years living together?
How many years have we been adults?
We have so many things waiting to happen to us
And I get excited living each mishap with you

From the living room to the dining room, under the blanket
We don't need more if it's you and me
When it's cold, there's warmth, all afternoon on the couch
We don't need more if it's you and me
Just you and me

We are too attached
To those sixty square meters of concrete
Rebar and cement, brick and mortar
A place full of memories
That place is not my home, it's our apartment
My home is more than that, my home is flesh and bone
It's sleeping with your hugs and waking up with your kisses
The routine, the jokes, the fights, the fears, and the rest
What stopped being yours, mine, to become ours

So burn the building (burn the building)
Soak the deeds (soak the deeds)
I don't need a ring (no, no)
To know that I want to spend my life with yours
So burn the building (burn the building)
Soak the deeds (soak the deeds, now)
I don't need a ring, darling (oh oh oh)
To know that I want to spend my life with yours (just you and me)
So burn the building (just you and me)
Soak the deeds (soak the deeds)
I don't need a ring (we don't need more if it's you and me)
To know that I want to spend my life with yours (just you and me)
So burn the building (always you and me)
Soak the deeds (soak the deeds)
I don't need a ring, darling (we don't need more if it's you and me)
To know that I want to spend my life here, in yours

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