Letra da Música Los Borrachos de Car Seat Headrest

Being sad's so boring
I'm taking a vacation
I'm driving down
To see my old friends tonight

Let's spend the week with rosy cheeks
And crush the grapes beneath our feet
And stop burrowing through old chocolate boxes
Like a heartbroken bacchus

I miss those good old boys
They could still find joy in life to talk about
I miss those good old boys
They could still find joy in life to talk about

So leave that girl behind you
Or whatever it is that's got you
We've still got time for one more drink tonight

Think what the others would say
If they saw you in the bathroom, kicking the stall door
They'd say, "get out of your head for a while
Jump into mine, leave it on repeat and it says"

"If I'd been a parrot
I'd have been a very good parrot
And if I'd be a parent I'd be my own parents
And if that's not apparent then it will be soon"

I miss those good old boys
They could still find joy in life to talk about
I miss those good old boys
They could still find joy in life to talk about
I miss those good old boys
They could still find joy in life to talk about
I miss those good old boys
They could still find joy in life to talk about

I miss you, miss you, miss you
I miss you, miss you, miss you
I miss you, miss you, miss you
I miss you, miss you, miss you
I miss you, miss you, miss you
I miss you, miss you, miss you

If you're trying to live
You have to own what you do
If you're trying to live
You have to own what you do
Oh, Jesus christ, I
I wish I could talk like that
But such is my place in life

I
I don't have
I don't have any hope
I don't have any hope left
But the weather is nice

I miss you
I miss you

I miss you
I miss you