I'll be honest with you
I think I've had enough
It's been a while since I was yours
Even the bed noticed
That it got too cold
And your touch doesn't bring

It's no use putting kindling
On a fire that doesn't catch anymore
It doesn't catch anymore, it doesn't catch anymore

You've become a memory here inside the house
If I call you to the mattress, you run to the living room
And you don't even care anymore about what I feel
A few square meters, turned into a labyrinth

You've become a memory here inside the house
If I call you to the mattress, you run to the living room
And you don't even care anymore about what I feel
A few square meters, turned into a labyrinth

Iê iê iê

I'll be honest with you
I think I've had enough
It's been a while since I was yours
Even the bed noticed
That it got too cold
And your touch doesn't bring

It's no use putting kindling
On a fire that doesn't catch anymore
It doesn't catch anymore, it doesn't catch anymore

You've become a memory here inside the house
If I call you to the mattress, you run to the living room
And you don't even care anymore about what I feel
A few square meters, turned into a labyrinth

You've become a memory here inside the house
If I call you to the mattress, you run to the living room
And you don't even care anymore about what I feel
A few square meters, turned into a labyrinth

Iê iê iê
Iê iê iê

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