Quebrou o Respeito

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 in the toast of the glass?
Did you remember that we were still
Kind of trying, kind of coming back
More or less, more towards more than less

Did you break the respect in the toast of the glass?
Did you remember that we were still
Kind of trying, kind of coming back
More or less

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 in the toast of the glass?
Did you remember that we were still
Kind of trying, kind of coming back
More or less, more towards more than less

Did you break the respect in the toast of the glass?
Did you remember that we were still
Kind of trying, kind of coming back
More or less

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