Mind, Reading My Mind?

My favorite song is on your playlist.
I say it out loud.
You don't mind.

You want my skin but not my rhymes.
You say it out loud.
And I don't mind 'cause I won't ever let you read my mind.

I'm afraid of letting you know what's really on my mind.
But, no, I won't say it out loud,
and no, of course you won't mind,
and no, you won't say it out loud.

You'll use my skin and I know,
you'll regret being by my side.
I will never fill your gaps
and we don't have to fill each other's blanks.

I'm leaving your house.
Was I supposed to leave something at your house?

No, this is the last time.
I know I have to leave you behind.
There's no need to spoil what we had.

Your friends will never know how cool I was
and I will never know
if you ever feel sad.

You won't confess you'll forget about me.
But you know I know
that you'll remember me...
me knowing you
(I know, you know).

I know, there's no turning back.

But I can't help but wonder...

Will I ever cross your mind,
when I'm not around?

If I ever cross your mind...

Would you mind,
minding about me?

Photography by Alejandro Muñoz Aguadero