2.

Wildfau – Humedad

The humidity in the streets

ain’t the same without you.

Come into my lair.

Watch yourself on the way out.

I’m still waiting for that text.

It bothers me that you’re not mad.

So I beat myself up;

it all crashes down on me.

I try to be optimistic,

but it won’t come out.

But it won’t come out.

So I beat myself up;

it all crashes down on me.

I try to be optimistic,

but it won’t come out.

But it won’t come out.