I shouldn't have called so late last night, all insecure, out of my mind.
I shouldn't have left that message on your phone.
I shouldn't have said the things I said, looking for love we left for dead in a
grave, without a stone.
As soon as you hear my voice, don't hesitate, put your finger on the button
Erase!
My love.
I bet you can't erase!
My touch.
You're trying to replace, a feeling without a name, with somebody else's
face! In your head!
Everything's cool, your rent is paid; the house is clean, your bed is made.
But it's a ghost town in your mind.
We never had time to go to sleep, we'd wake up tangled in the sheets, on a
bed, that we called home.
When the pain won't go away, you might as well, put your finger on the trigger
Refrão x3