Quebrou o Respeito
Gustavo Mioto
Broke the Respect
You know that talk has
Legs and walks
And it seems like it comes running
When it’s about someone we love
There’s too much detail to be a lie
A Friday night, around twenty-thirty
At a table for thirty, wine from Argentina
A friend doesn’t whisper like that in a friend’s ear
Tell me this story with punctuation
Did you break the respect with a toast in the glass?
Did you remember we were still
Kind of trying, kind of coming back
Kind of, more towards more than less
Did you break the respect with a toast in the glass?
Did you remember we were still
Kind of trying, kind of coming back
Kind of
We took a break
But in the meantime
You had time to screw up
Now we’re just a memory
There’s too much detail to be a lie
A Friday night, around twenty-thirty
At a table for thirty, wine from Argentina
A friend doesn’t whisper like that in a friend’s ear
Tell me this story with punctuation
Did you break the respect with a toast in the glass?
Did you remember we were still
Kind of trying, kind of coming back
Kind of, more towards more than less
Did you break the respect with a toast in the glass?
Did you remember we were still
Kind of trying, kind of coming back
Kind of
We took a break
But in the meantime
You had time to screw up
Now we’re just a memory
Now we’re just a memory.
