Mexico

If I could paint a picture of myself tonight
It would be the deepest shade of blue of my face lit b the moon
Oh so I took a flight to Mexico
'Cause I just felt so lost I might as well be there, you know
And if there’s nothing I can do to come back to you
Well, I’m gonna let you go in Mexico
Oh and if I could paint a picture of our last goodbye
I hope my brush could do justice of that kind of sadness in your eyes
Oh, and I’d sketch you that at the edge of our bed
And it’s been so long but how could I forget, oh
And if there’s nothing I can do to come back to you, oh well
I am going to let you go in Mexico?
And if there’s nothing I can do to come back to you, oh well
I’m going to let you go in Mexico
Oh