Martes 13

I've searched for you so much, I've lost myself
I never used to drink wine
And now I live among lipsticks, smoke, and ruin

I've suffered so much to forget you
You're the 13th of my Tuesdays
And it was easy to love you and hard to say goodbye

Remember a little of the beautiful times we had
From Monday to Sunday, what would that couch say if it could talk?
With a Corona and a sigh, I forget the pain

No hips impress me anymore
My blonde, I tell you, you're my whole life
Your eyes, you know, are my downfall
Remember a little of the beautiful times we had
And I can't forget that Sunday when you gave me all your heart
Remember a little of the beautiful times we had on the couch