Maybe tomorrow it’ll be better and
I won’t be thinking of your lips at 1:42 AM.
I hope tomorrow, I can see the sun
And not think about how lucky it’ll be to see your face in the morning.
I hope tomorrow, I won’t drink my coffee thinking how you don’t drink coffee
Because you’re my cup of tea.
I hope I could lie in bed without feeling
The touch of your fingertips running down my spine
And the beating of your heart under my pulse.
I hope tomorrow, I’ll buy enough soap to scrub you off of every inch of my skin,
Every piece of my soul
And every shattered part of my heart.
"También de este lado hay sueños" / "Estoy al límite" - Frontera México-Estados Unidos, lado mexicano
"There are also dreams on this side" / "I’m at the limit" - Mexico-United States Border, Mexican side