A shot of Jose for the road

Empty drum this hearts rhythm

Beats disoriented

It stumbles with vision blurred

Self-destructively drunk

Looking for some kind of relief  

Anything numbing or escaping

A way out it beats for

A way in, it cannot see

Bi-lingual, it’s language, for only you, it speaks

My hearts rhythm a bit off key

The pitch is all wrong
Take a listen

The stink of tequila

Reeks off it’s tongue

Evidence of sins from the night before 
 

With eyes out of focus

My chests instrument 

Is not fit to make decisions

 This hearts music is terrible

A failed record, no albums sold

It sits dusty, untouched on the shelf

Bum Bum beats the heart

Bum Bum Bum tries again

Bum Bum one more time beat beat beat

This heart music of mine

It tries to resemble a rhythm

But it keeps falling short of the beat