Copo Na Mão

Another night begins and you're on the same couch
Thinking about the same problem from yesterday
With a glass in hand
Trying not to think
The weight of a whole life
Trying to escape without moving
You thought the glass in hand could help you
That's why the mother of children thought it's better not to stay
Every choice has a consequence
At the time you didn't realize this one couldn't be undone

Every night you drown the past in each sip of this anesthesia
And every morning the same past is the first thing that says good morning to you
You thought it was a joke and that you would live with your decision
That's why every night you go back to the beginning of everything with the same glass in hand
(With the same glass in hand)
(Today I hope not)

And you, who swore you would be different
That you wouldn't be to your child the father your father was to you
Violent and absent
Repeated the cycle without even realizing
Unconscious
There wasn't even time to regret
There was time, man
You know, don't lie
You still try to hold onto pride thinking there's shame in changing
There's only shame in your cowardice of not having the courage to even try

You're not a child
But there was a child at home when you started drinking nonstop
And that child grew up not knowing if you'd be there
Grew up not knowing if you'd drink, take the car, and have an accident
Grew up not knowing if you'd drink, come home, and start shouting
Grew up not knowing if you'd drink and one day decide not to come back
Grew up not knowing if you'd drink or if you'd stop

I know it's hard to change
It's even harder to accept forgiveness
That's why every day I come back here hoping not to see you with the glass in hand
(With the same glass in hand)
(Today I hope not)
(With the same glass in hand)