Sorprenderme al creer que aún piensas en mi
Quiero perderme en eso que nunca será
Ahogarme en la fantasía de nosotros dos
de volverte a ver
Volver a caminar de la mano por la calle
Sentir que mi corazón explotaba
Cada vez que mi familia hablaba de ti o contigo
Sometimes I wonder
If all those things I felt were real
Or if is just my head trying to
Keep you memory alive
I'd like you to call
I'd like you to want me
I'd like you to think of me
Everytime your lips touch anothers
Everytime someone try to hit on you
To think of me
Like there's no one else in the world
That can make you feel the way I did
But we both need time
You to be sure of yourself
To really believe I wanted you
And maybe loved you
I need time too
Not sure yet what for
Maybe to confirm if you're gonna
Stay in my heart in time
For months, probably years
Or maybe not
I miss you
Miss talking to you
about things I can't speak with other people
Not because they won't listen
But cause they won't understand
How special some things are for me
You're still the man who gave me
the more perfect gifts I've ever received
I miss you like crazy
Miss looking at your face
Those midnight calls when you were drunk
I miss someone saying "lovely" to me
Why won't you call me
Or send me a message?
Do you still talk about me with your friends?
Do they still ask you about me?
I want the world to remind you I'm still here
Waiting for you to make a move
Altough my life passes while waiting
(But that was the reason I left
Cause I kept waiting for you
To do or say something
To make me feel like I were special for you
And not just some random hook up
Or just the latina experience
I really don't want this last thing to be true
Cause though things started like that with you
Quickly moved to something more)
Sometimes feels like I'll wait forever
And I swear I would
But I need to know if it'll be worth it
Or just a waste of time
(I guess I'm willing to hear that
and to have my heart broken into pieces
rather than wait when you move on with someone new)
I guess this is the blue french horn curse
We won't be together in a long time
Until we grow up.
Or maybe the "Victoria" curse
Cause I was willing to move in for you
Or waiting for you to do it
But you just couldn't
My heart is still in London
Living in lovers kissing under the rain
Hugging each other in the back of a cab
Saying "I love you" after sex
Trying not to cry when saying goodbye
Promising each other to see again
Whether it's true or not.
