More songs by Armenta
Description
It sounds like a hangover diary after a night of excessive revelry. Between the lines, there is resentment over betrayal, jealousy of parties and smoke, and fatigue from endless “see you tomorrows.” Strangers' smiles, phone calls, and temptations flash by, but instead of romance, all that remains is an empty bed and a repeating chorus, like a mantra for those who try to drown out their hearts with alcohol and the noise of clubs.
Rough honesty, a little self-irony, and that very vulnerability that always hides behind loud music and the phrase “ya no me hables.”