Oye Cantinero

It’s not that I’m bitter (I swear I’m not), maybe I messed up
But honestly, that dude can’t hold a candle to me (Ha, not even when drunk)
I didn’t even worry, I actually liked him
Weren’t they just friends? Now it all makes sense

Here I am, feeling resentful, in a dive bar, oh-oh
Telling that bartender how you made me look like a fool
Why should I complain (Better) I’ll just keep drinking (Yeah, hey)

I don’t hate you, I hate that you made me hate love
What forgiveness? Just sign me up for therapy instead
Or better yet, block me because I might just call you
It’s not me, it’s me with alcohol
Just tell me what I did wrong, I cared for you well
Maybe it just wasn’t the right time, I get that too
The bartender’s my buddy, I told him everything
He said: Come on, we’ve all been there once
He said: Have a drink, then I ordered another drink
Honestly, it’s weird that I’m like this over someone
I’m really feeling down, but it’ll pass
The problem is I don’t know when

It’s not that I’m bitter, maybe I messed up
But honestly, that dude can’t hold a candle to me
I didn’t even worry, I actually liked him
Weren’t they just friends? Now it all makes sense
Here I am, feeling resentful, in a dive bar, oh-oh
Telling that bartender how you made me look like a fool

Why should I complain (Better) I’ll just keep drinking

Karma’s gonna catch up to you, remember me
I don’t want to see you cry, well, maybe just a little
Because even though I loved you a lot, I suffered three times as much
And even though I know you don’t care, I had to say it
My heart’s in pieces, cold as the ice in my glass
I don’t know if it’s the fourth or fifth drink I’ve downed in a rush
By the sixth, I feel happy, I’m gonna keep this party going
I’ve got a thousand options and here I am complaining

Telling that bartender how you made me look like a fool
Why should I complain (Better) I’ll just keep drinking
Telling that bartender how you made me look like a fool
Why should I complain (Better) I’ll just keep drinking

I swear, it’s not that I’m bitter, maybe I messed up
But honestly, that dude can’t hold a candle to me
I didn’t even worry, I actually liked him
Weren’t they just friends? Now it all makes sense
Here I am, feeling resentful, in a dive bar.