Cuenta

Count if I love you, count if I stop drinking
I break the night into pieces, looking for a slice, babe
I’ve come from far away to do this, I’ve come from far away to you
I’m dodging the club, it’s packed, I’m running but I’ll be back
The guys are circling the bar, circling, what are we gonna do?
I pull a joint from my pocket, Fredy wants to bite me
If we let the days roll by, maybe a few years
You’ll see that everything will be better, you said, and you were right
I’m wearing a jacket for you, lacing up my blue shoes
Baby, those pants of yours, they make, they make me so happy
Blood runs through my veins, blood that I want from you
Girl, you’ve got me dry and you finally came close
And you finally came close.