Everybody is talking at the same time saying nothing.

At least nothing that really matters to me.

But in my head I can shut their mouths and silence the streets.

The same streets where I grew up,

side by side with bums and whores

and where I proudly belong.

Where I use to get sober with

another shot of a cheap whisky

and my mind flies while I smoke

my last cigarette butts.

I can't deny that I've been longing for love.

The unmistakable feeling running through my veins every time

a woman walks by.

but I'm not a man of one only love.

I've been falling apart so easily.

Giving myself completely to everyone

who may concern.

My body shivers with the possibility

of meeting my love in a corner

and losing her in my favorite whiskey bar.

while I use cocaine in the alley behind

she escapes with a friend of mine

who offered her more than simple adventures

Everything is so hazy,

And I am hazy too.

Nobody cares about me and you.