Idiota

I shouldn't keep drinking from this rum glass
It's always late when I realize my mistake
I shouldn't sing the verses I wrote every night
When you were no longer there, I realized what I lost

I'm an idiot, I'm cannon fodder for defeat
When it explodes, I become an idiot
I'm a suicidal victim, I'm the broken glass

I shouldn't look at the photos we took in Paris
I shouldn't count the days for any Valentine's Day
I shouldn't call so late, but you have to listen to me
My apology is useless, but my pain is real

Because I'm an idiot, I'm cannon fodder for defeat
When it explodes, I become an idiot
I'm a suicidal victim, I'm the broken glass

Today I refuse to admit that this love was a one-day flower
Although I loved the rush with which you undressed me
Take away the sigh that remains from this defeat
Let me kiss you, while you undress me

Because I'm an idiot, I'm cannon fodder for defeat
When it explodes, I become an idiot
I'm a suicidal victim, I'm the broken glass

Because I'm an idiot, I'm cannon fodder for defeat
When it explodes, I become an idiot
I'm a suicidal victim, I'm the broken glass