Bom e Bêbado

Empty cup is a workshop of longing
My level of forgetfulness hasn't even reached half
Every coming and going, from my glass to my mouth
It's slipping away from you drop by drop

Trying to get my heart on track
Out of nowhere, at the club, you in another kiss
Rubbing it in my face that you've surpassed me
And with class he still asks how I am

I'm good and drunk
I'm adapting without your love
But, thinking about it, I'm nothing
Seeing you makes me want to climb into those bottles

I'm good and drunk
I'm adapting without your love
But, thinking about it, I'm nothing
Seeing you makes me want to climb into those bottles
It was good, but now I'm just drunk

Empty cup is a workshop of longing
My level of forgetfulness hasn't even reached half
Every coming and going, from my glass to my mouth
It was escaping you drop by drop

Trying to get my heart on track
Out of nowhere, at the club, you in another kiss
Rubbing it in my face that you've surpassed me
And with class he still asks how I am

I'm good and drunk
I'm adapting without your love
But, thinking about it, I'm nothing
Seeing you makes me want to climb into those bottles

I'm good and drunk
I'm adapting without your love
But, thinking about it, I'm nothing
Seeing you makes me want to climb into those bottles