Letra de Unfortunate Tourists

I am the unfortunate tourist, stranded
At the edge of your bed, shipwrecked
Journeyed from the depths of our drinks
To the small curves of your legs
And yet, in your absence

I feel good now that you're gone

I am the constant exit, the constant ex
The next former friend to attend your revenge
And you said, "You're just like them
Born to love and then disappear."
And I said, "People like that are the only people here."