La Letra del Desamor: «Vodka Cranberry»

You say we’re fine, but your brown eyes

Are green this time, so you’ve been crying

It’s in the way you say my name

So quick, so straight, it sounds the same

As the time we took a break

February fourth through the sixteenth of May

So strange to be back at your place

Pretending like nothing has changed, oh

Speak up, I know you hate me

Looked at your picture and cried like a baby

Speak up, don’t leave me waiting

Got way too drunk off a vodka cranberry

Called you up in the middle of the night

Wailing like an imbecile

If you won’t end things, then I will

Now I look dumb and you look mean

You casually steal back your t-shirt

And your Polo cap

Yeah, I noticed that

Yeah, I notice everything you do

Since the time we took a break

Everybody knows you don’t love me the same

So cruel to be lying to my face

‘Cause I know what you’re too scared to say, oh

Speak up, I know you hate me

Looked at your picture and cried like a baby

Speak up, don’t leave me waiting

Got way too drunk off a vodka cranberry

Called you up in the middle of the night

Wailing like an imbecile

If you won’t end things, then I will

(Don’t make me do this to you)

I will

(Don’t make me do this, but I will)

I will

I will

I will, I will, I will

Speak up, I know you hate me

Looked at your picture and cried like a baby

Speak up, don’t leave me waiting

Got way too drunk off a vodka cranberry

Called you up in the middle of the night

Wailing like an imbecile

If you won’t end things

Then I will

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