La Mala Educación

I beg your pardon for my manners if I don't get up
I'm tired of reaching out and having my arms broken
And if I ever lie to you, I swear I'll do it telling all my truth
I'll smile just enough to not pay for the broken dishes of the whole city

And you're tired of putting on a good face to the damage
Of being asked for beautiful lies and speaking clearly
And pretending to know each other and love each other, being strangers
Fed up with flowers, movies, candles, protocols, liars who have already left

You bleed, laugh, cry
You have shape, mass, volume, and color
You have your wounds and only you know their taste
You bleed, laugh, cry
You have shape, mass, volume, and color
And as a lifebuoy, a sincerity dressed in bad education

Once the premises of this new state are set
The word will spread so everyone knows how much we've changed
And yet deep down in their chest, some light has slipped in
It has whispered the words, the truths that appear on their cross

Your bruises don't heal, they don't clean your mud
They don't look into your eyes, they don't touch your hands

You bleed, laugh, cry
You have shape, mass, volume, and color
You have your wounds and only you know their taste
You bleed, laugh, cry
You have shape, mass, volume, and color
And as a lifebuoy, a sincerity dressed in bad education

I bleed, laugh, cry
I have shape, mass, volume, and color
I have my wounds
And only I know their taste

And you're tired of putting on a good face to the damage