Soportales

Quiet I am more handsome.
I assume it and I don't care to be just another one.
You reject me, I take responsibility.

I settle for a drink,
a cigarette and me lying on the couch.
I can do without everything else.

I will write you a song at night
with the blood that comes out when removing the glass
that I have stuck in my heart.
I will ask who-knows-who if there is any reason
to get lost in bars, look for arcades,
wrap around my neck the echo of your voice.

Now I propose a deal:
you remember me and I try to forget.
There are days when I don't know what I'm doing.

I'm learning it little by little;
you don't and I do want to see you more.
I almost always end up hooked in the end.

I will write you a song at night
with the blood that comes out when removing the glass
that I have stuck in my heart.
I will ask who-knows-who if there is any reason
to get lost in bars, look for arcades,
wrap around my neck the echo of your voice.