Every morning

Every morning when I get home I forget that I didn't hear your voice,

I'm determined to kill the migraine with cigarettes and rum,

I have not wasted the night, but I only open my legs for love,

I am your adoration on weekends,

something like an abandoned church.

You manage to break my words with your scoundrel voice,

I think we are happy together opening wrong doors,

I tell you that I don't love you with wet sheets,

they will lose the validity of my words,

I say it's forever, that's why when I leave I leave you a letter,

I hope you remember me even if you sleep in other beds.