BOKeTE

Eh, se-
6 p.m. in front of the river
Watching our hearts
The water is falling
I ask without answers

My feelings change like seasons
And even though in PR it's summer all the time
I'm feeling cold, listening to these songs
Thinking about you but, don't get excited

Because, I'm not gonna write to you
Which of the two is going to suffer more
I don't know, but I hope it's you, I hope it's you
For me, it's going to be you

I don't even want to compete anymore
You're pretty but you like to lie
Stay on your trip, cause when you land
No one will applaud, hey

One day you'll get old
You'll look back and you'll regret
All the realest you've had in your life
You let it go

Hey, hey, you're a pothole in PR
That's why I dodge you
There are no more poems for you
This is the last one I write

Sometimes the flashbacks come, you and me hooking up aggressively
I was going to take you to Maya and you didn't even make it to Arecibo

The beach invitation expired
The best of us no one saw
Or maybe life lied to us
And we had to say goodbye

And live like I lived, before meeting you
Looking at your little photos, testing if I'm strong
The waves with the wind, the dogs and luck
I was afraid of losing you, but not more than death
And I'm alive

Thank God I'm alive, that's what matters
I've fallen in love 515 times
And with you, it's 516
So, that's nothing new
Time to move on, ditch and forget
And later on, if we have to fall in love again we'll fall in love again
You know I like to be like this
In love, but

I don't even want to compete anymore
You're pretty but you like to lie
Stay on your trip
Cause when you land no one will applaud, hey

One day you'll get old
You'll look back and you'll regret
All the realest you've had in your life
You let it go