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letra de caviar - henry jaramillo

[verse 1]
take me to paris, texas
you can f-ck all your exes
and we can eat in the denny’s
and get drunk off wine and hennessy
i can watch you in the room
root around for all my loot
my money, my keys, and my shoes
but before you can leave
i’ll give you a clue
maybe cough or turn the light on
catch you stealing something other than
my attitude, my daily mood
or my soul and my smile and the truth
i almost got your name tattooed

[verse 2]
and when you fish for compliments
do they always come back dead and poisoned?
or when you lie to my face, did it еver twist
in a way that made you think:
“maybe hе knows this time?”
“maybe he knows i’m lying?”
“maybe he caught my crime?”
“he won’t forgive me this time”
[verse 3]
but this time was the last time
because the last time you did this
rigmarole, rhyme cadence, line dance
shake your ass to distract my eyes
i’d barely scratched the surface of your selfishness
you selfish b-tch

[verse 4]
you schizos never learn
you’re so tangled and concerned
with your next high
your next line
your next bottle of wine

[bridge]
i wish you’d die from this
the way i lost sleep over it
or how you didn’t
you were my first thought in the morning
and my last one at night, but i’m fine
i guess
i guess
i guess
i guess
[verse 5]
but i will never fight for you again
your parents lie just to distress me
they should realize you’re the mess
just fine without me
you’re the house-fire all on your own
but you were my house
and you were my home

[bridge]
i would’ve sold my soul for you
and you knew that didn’t you
that’s the only reason you’d hold me

[reprise/outro]
take me, take me to paris, texas
you can f-ck all your exes
i’ll eat alone in the denny’s and get
drunk all by myself baby
go ahead and hate me, it don’t hurt
more for the merrier
i hope you find someone else to tie your shoes
and cook you food and play the blues
and buy you clothes
so you can f-ck them up to
when you tell them
that you just used them
you’re a user just like your father
i bet he’s so proud of you now
his only son is someone he can be familiar with
and now i know how your mom must feel
and how she feels when she sees your face
and why she hates to see you smile
cause i do to and i will for a while
i-ha-hi will for a while
whoo!

- henry jaramillo

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