BOTELLA$ VACÍA$

I’ve got three empty bottles and I still feel incomplete
I drink until the last drop, trying to erase your memories
Of the times in your bed under the sound of the rain
When I made love to you with my soul laid bare
Now I don’t even like being drunk or high
I’m just looking for an excuse not to ask for help
What’s it gonna take to let me go? You make things confusing
I don’t even know why I love you knowing you use me

From whorehouse to whorehouse, I’m spending a shitload
Just to forget you
I’m all out of focus, babe, I miss your broken lips
But I open my eyes and it’s not like before
It seems like you put a spell on me and, I swear to God,
That even the last guy, girl, is dying for you
They say: Don’t change who you are for friends or women
And I learned the hard way
(So damn hurt because of you)

Buddy L
And since one isn’t enough, I’m talking about bottles and girls
I spend my cash on hookers just to forget you
I feel a pain in my chest, it hurts what you’ve done to me
Nothing is guaranteed, I haven’t tired of looking for you
They say time heals, but whiskey doesn’t ask
Amid smoke, lights, and doubts, I’m still confused
I want to find an excuse to call you and ask
If you still like it when I want to be with you

From whorehouse to whorehouse, I’m spending a shitload
Just to forget you
I’m all out of focus, babe, I miss your broken lips
But I open my eyes and it’s not like before
It seems like you put a spell on me and, I swear to God,
That even the last guy, girl, is dying for you
They say: Don’t change who you are for friends or women
And I learned the hard way
(So damn hurt because of you)

So damn hurt because of you