Soy Lo Peor

Love in a short-circuit state is either tenderness or despair, presented over a beat that sounds like wires sparking. Words fly between reproach and confession, between "you're terrible" and "it's not interesting to breathe without you." A little dirt, a little light, like in a room where the lightbulb flickers but no one fixes it because it's familiar and even cozy. This song isn't about romance, it's about addiction: it's painful, toxic, but it's alive. And the more I shake with tension, the warmer the thot becomes that maybe all these short circuits are the only way to feel warmth.