Trocando Em Miúdos

I'm gonna leave you the Bonfim measure
It didn't help me
But I'll keep Pixinguinha's record, alright?
The rest is yours
Breaking it down, you can keep
The leftovers of everything they call home
The shadows of all we used to be
The marks of love on our sheets
Our best memories
That hope that everything will work out
You can forget
That ring, you can pawn it
Or melt it down
But I gotta say I won't give you
The huge pleasure of seeing me cry
And I won't charge you for your mess
My heart so torn apart
By the way
Take some help from your future love
For the rent
Return the Neruda you took from me
And never read
I slam the door without a fuss
I take my ID
One last drink, so much longing
And the faint feeling that I'm already late...