I flew there with a suitcase full of maybe Left my gloss and heart at Gate 3 Your name in my notes like a secret city I thought love would look like graffiti Obelisk shining, but I felt small Your last hand-shaking hit harder than the fall Tango lights and lonely wine I danced with ghosts pretending fine Buenos Aires was a lie We hand-shaked, and then goodbye I kissed the air and blamed the sky Red lips, fake trips, tears don't dry Buenos Aires was a lie Your scent in streets I passed by Lost myself in every why Wish I could delete July Balcony views with your name in my phone City alive, but I felt alone Bought a dress you'd never see Told strangers I was happy I took pics where you should've been Captioned love, but cropped the sin Even the Moon felt like a spy Laughing down from a crimson sky Buenos Aires was a lie Thought you loved, you passed me by Cafe tables felt too wide Even dulce tasted dry Buenos Aires was a lie Postcards I'll never send, I cry You loved me in another life But not in mine, not this time Buenos Aires was a lie But I still wear that night like a goodbye Rooftops blurred and stars ran high I kissed the pain and let it die Buenos Aires was a- A lullaby