Me Lasquei Bonito

The kisses that I turned down
The drinks that I dodged
The nights I came home late
And didn’t give an explanation
Every time I won the argument
I gave her a thousand reasons
To let go of my hand

And here I am, being a pain
I’m already way too annoying
And the waiter’s patience has run out
I broke a glass, cried a lot, yelled loud
And the pain still hasn’t faded

Every drop of my tears has a reason
There’s longing in every sip I take
It’s my fault she’s not with me
I’m just making a fool of myself
Because I really screwed up.