I Broke Up in Amarante

I found a home away from home As I broke up in Amarante In the Campo do Carvalhal Centre circle everyday Erratic kamikaze I co-piloted the swift Dreamt I'm anchoring that midfield Like the anchor in my midriff I drifted through a month alone As I broke up in Amarante Nursed a two-beer buzz four whole weeks 'Cause it's the only way to feel sane The newspaper front on the counter top Emblazoned spot kick miss I couldn't even hum in your mother tongue Just a thumbs down raspberry kiss (It seems unfair) To be a rotten horn of plenty (It seems unfair) To be cadaver for a curse (It seems unfair) To be an overflow for empty (It seems unfair) To try your best but feel the worst I threw an empty bottle from way up It thudded into the maw Truth be told I spent the afternoon And I threw fifteen more I'm woken by a honking horn Hungover, spread-eagle Strength between the clicking crickets' knees Enough to crush my skull (It seems unfair) To be a rotten horn of plenty (It seems unfair) To be cadaver for a curse (It seems unfair) To be an overflow for empty (It seems unfair) To try your best but feel the worst You really can't complain It's just a holiday You fill a wall chart out Thirty-one days away It seems unfair To be a rotten horn of plenty Seems unfair To be... (Nah, I'm gonna need you to help me out here) (It seems unfair) To be an overflow for empty (It seems unfair) To try your best but feel the worst (It seems unfair) It seems unfair to be a rotten horn of plenty (It seems unfair) It seems unfair to be cadaver for a curse (It seems unfair) It seems unfair to be an overflow for empty (It seems unfair) It seems unfair to try your best but feel the worst