La Noche que me Echaste

The night you threw me out I walked for two hours
feeling sorry out there
with a lump in my throat, kicking cans
more alone than a chihuahua
why does it always end like this?
why do we bite what caresses us?
I walked into a bar
found people
looked for friends, had a gin without ice
the night you threw me out you broke me like yesterday's newspaper..
The band played some pretty bad blues
and I was out of tune like a second-hand piano
why does it end like this?
loves drowning in little glasses of poison
"I don't know what to say. I have no words"
what a shame, we were beautiful once,
so was this the trip?, so we have to wish each other luck?
The night you threw me out..
If a brunette approaches me "you're sad but cute"
I thought about telling her OK "do you want to be my Xanax"
let's fuck until it hurts,
until tears fall in pieces
one by one the tears,
but it would be a mistake..
correct tears in the wrong ass again
illness, again..
The night you threw me out
I begged for another gin. I went to the bathroom
my head was already a Viking procession
Some keep waving friendly
"I heard you on the radio"
I told a friend:"help, I can't even catch the bus
take me out of here"
he put me in a car. And then in my bed
the ceiling spinning and the lights falling
the night you threw me out...
after throwing up, it became day
tucked away the alarm clock
I brushed my teeth. I looked in the mirror
there was still something left
I smiled for the first time
"faggot what are you going to be? a tango with legs?
picked up the phone
before dying I heard Appa singing
"broken hearts are for fools..."
surely he's right.