What'll become of my ex's life?
She swore that we'd celebrate what we had every month
But over time she started losing interest
From a relationship of two we soon turned into three
I, who was purer than mezcal
And even what I didn't mess up, I wanted to fix for her
But one day I got tired of pretending
I was walking so on the edge that I had to push her
The one who told me that I was her life
And that without me she would die
I don't know where she is, but I'd swear
That she must be thinking of me every day
But I've already lost faith, and love is like coffee
It tastes bad when it cools off
I, who was purer than mezcal
And even what I didn't mess up, I wanted to fix for her
But one day I got tired of pretending
I was walking so on the edge that I had to push her
The one who told me that I was her life
And that without me she would die
I don't know where she is, but I'd swear
That she must be thinking of me every day
But I've already lost faith, and love is like coffee
It tastes bad when it cools off