I Drank To Drown My Sorrows, But

I Don’t Like The Gringos At All. They Are Very Boring And All Have Faces Like Unbaked Rolls.

I Think That Little By Little I'll Be Able To Solve My Problems And Survive.

You Loved A Man With More Hands Than A Parade Of Beggars, And Here You Stand. Heart Like A Four-poster Bed. Heart Like A Canvas. Heart Leaking Something So Strong They Can Smell It In The Street.”

They Thought I Was A Surrealist, But I Wasn't. I Never Painted Dreams. I Painted My Own Reality.

I Tried To Drown My Sorrows, But The Bastards Learned How To Swim, And Now I Am Overwhelmed By This Decent And Good Feeling.