A Corazón Abierto

One more day I wake up on the wrong foot
One day less to meet my grandfather
In a broken mirror, my black cat reflected
I drink my sorrows straight, no ice
For a while now
We've been going downhill with no brakes
Sometimes a jester, sometimes a puppeteer

Feelings under the rug or in the attic
Talking about the future, sharing a whole one
They set limits for me in the sky and I went to hell
I buy lottery tickets from a one-eyed man, I don't know what I expect
How can I be so blind?
Proud of my flaws to the point of boasting about them
And I admit that I make up any excuse
To get wasted and detach from the rest
And I accept, all the bad that comes, I deserve it
For all the times I've made those I love suffer
With an open heart

She charmed me for being crazy
Then I hated her for being crazy
She didn't mind dancing alone
Howling under the streetlights
Group therapies in the park
Stories written in braille
Of an ordinary guy
Who fears that when he dies, no one will care

My messes, those of my buddies
Smoking weed, they debate
Between leaving far away or staying with one foot in jail
Selling cheap dreams, wasted talent
Neighborhood boys making do, dreaming of Barbados
With their unclear future
Undoing their present with a cigarette in hand
With nothing to lose
Why not get lost?
No one cares anymore if the sun rises the next day
Why not get lost?
No one cares anymore if the sun rises the next day