Mal Trago

When my shoes weigh so much and I weigh so little.
When the sun doesn’t shine around here.
I hear a voice in the distance repeating to me:
"You gotta smile at the bad drink."

Under this light, under this same sky
another truth is about to be born.

I just want to save myself
this reality isn’t doing me any good.
It might be that the world is so damn hard for me
that I forgot what it was like to be happy.

There’s no going back, no nostalgia or mistakes exist.
I just raise a glass to the good times that passed.
I might be a bit of a pain in the ass,
but maybe that’s just the role I was dealt.