And if it's written on my face, i hope it never goes away.
On a Monday, i am waiting. And by Tuesday, I am fading into your arms.
So I can breathe
It seems like i can finally rest my head on something real, i like the way that feels.
It's as if you've know me better than i ever knew myself
I love how you can tell all the pieces of me.
(Todos los días son nuestros días, los amo y estoy orgullosa
de poder llamarlos mis amigos.)