Saudade Véia

I'm in that long process
Recently dumped, cries and drinks
I'm at a plastic table
And to fit more beer, the glass is made of a PET bottle
I'm already in the red of battery, I'm turning it on
She hangs up, what agony
My friend is a caramel dog, he's biting my slipper
I tell him to stop, he doesn't stop, like a tear
Coming down on my face

Oh, old lady, I miss the disgrace
Why do we love those we don't love?
Some hitting the table, others taking it to bed

Oh, old lady, I miss the disgrace
Why do we love those we don't love?
Some hitting the table, others taking it to bed