Las Dos

This little indecision's stuck in my head
Whispers when you pass, moments of dread
Anticipate my words, damn, I'm so messed up

And the shadows of the nights I've spent in the living room
The lights are out, your sighs and goodbye, a forced smile
The seconds of inaction

My ego's taken a hit, and you’ve used it as a cushion
Your impenetrable mind, I shoot without discretion
I’m not getting in, no way, what the hell are the two

And you’ve knocked me down, and now I’m feeling like a god
I don’t know if I feel nothing, or if I’ve got booze in my veins
That’s killing my head, your memory, my addiction

And you’ve slapped me hard, and I’m drowning in resentment
In the dirty trenches where I hide who I am
Camouflaging in the stories the damn frustration
Of not saying with words what I want, who I am, where I’m going

Rumors turn into precision bullets
The truths hurt, and I’m such a crybaby
The mirror’s not my friend if I’m not by your side

Let them come and tell me, what’s the direction
To the pretty faces, money’s the parent
Decency on the corners, from Montera to Sol
Peculiar ideas hitchhiking

In the petty minds, fiction writers
The city’s empty if I can’t hear your voice
At Donoso 19, when the sun comes up
And I can’t find the memories, starting at two
The damn two

And three chords represent, the flag that fell
Into forgetfulness or disuse, cardboard relationships
That burn with two sparks, a drink, and my song