Días de mierda

A million shitty days
Half a lemon in the fridge
Next to a non-alcoholic beer
A million shitty days
So many people here in my place
I hope you all get the hell out of here

Pre-Chorus
I’m out of paper and cardboard
And the corner store is closed
I can only hear my buddy in the next room getting it on

But we’re gonna get out of here
We’re gonna get through this
It’s been over a million shitty days already

A million shitty days
And another shitty song
Reminds me how great you were
And how much of a jerk I was
A million shitty days
A drunk in a mirror at that party
Told me: How’s it going, asshole?

I don’t have the energy to waste time
A million days at least
Or at least almost a million

But we’re gonna get out of here
We’re gonna get through this
It’s been over a million shitty days already
But we’re gonna get out of here
We’re gonna get through this
It’s been over a million shitty days already