Mesa de Bar

It's already two in the morning, my phone is already showing it
My thoughts go to you
And I'm wandering the streets here
I sent you a message on my phone
You view it, look, and don't even respond
Where could you be now?
I need a sedative or I'll go crazy...

I'll try to free myself
Even if it's at the bar table
Or at a pub to distract myself
But I won't let you destroy me

I traded social media for a bar table
I tore up my feelings and won't cry anymore
Because disappointment doesn't kill, but teaches
To drink to overcome and bounce back

Even if I lay my head from so much beer
Even if I stop drinking only next Friday
Remember our plan was to be okay
Even if I cry liters suffering too
Too...