you are the ashtray to my cigarette
don't bet on me, you'll lose
and when the time arrives to choose
you'll be too weak to leave a broken man

i've never met a mexican
face to face in the quiet of evening
over two steaming cups of tea
debating whether any man could ever truly become free

i haven't lived life, that's why i'm shrinking
and all the watering won't help
you think i haven't thought of "drinking"?
i've thought of it, but couldn't yet