When I die,
How grateful I would be
If you put on my grave
Two bottles of mezcal.
Cause I know I'll probably die of a hangover
You know well that it'd be your fault
Cause I couldn't forget you
Every night
When I take hold of the bottle
I see you next to her
And I start to get chatty
In a while I feel you
Holding me, clutching to me
As if it were real.
I love you, I love you and it's not true.
When I finally return
from my crazy thoughts
The suffering begins
Because I look for you and you're not there.
From my eyes
The tears start flowing out
And it's just that I love you so much
And I can't avoid it.
Every night
When I take hold of the bottle
I see you next to her
And I start to get chatty
In a while I feel you
Holding me, clutching to me
As if it were real.
I love you, I love you and it's not true.
When I finally return
from my crazy thoughts
The suffering begins
Because I look for you and you're not there.
From my eyes
The tears start flowing out
And it's just that I love you so much
And I can't avoid it.