По барам

You are a nightmare that melted by the morning
I am still beautiful, though it seemed I would die
Between us smoke, tears, and a burning bridge
It was so hard with me, but you, guy, aren't simple either

I feel sorry for your new girl
I'm not jealous, really, I let go
You'll start again from afar and slowly
Watch stories, then a like, and it spins

And it started, again morning calls in a minor
It happened hundreds of times until I cooled down
But you didn't understand in the last conversation
I got smarter or just fell out of love

And you go bar-hopping, in a drunken haze
Why do you, guy, remember again
How we walked on the sidewalks
Wet and old, barefoot under the morning rain

Bar-hopping, I am your punishment
I am your karma, you'll find my type in the crowd
You approached, and she fell for it
But again, it's not me, just a mirage

You are a nightmare flying on the wings of night
You're drawn to me, but I'm not much to you
Don't come, unloved boy
Stop waiting for me under your car window

I haven't shown my geolocation for a long time
And I don't go to places where we hung out
So you can't reach me at all
All our photos aren't archived, but in the trash

And you go bar-hopping, in a drunken haze
Why do you, guy, remember again
How we walked on the sidewalks
Wet and old, barefoot under the morning rain

Bar-hopping, I am your punishment
I am your karma, you'll find my type in the crowd
You approached, and she fell for it
But again, it's not me, just a mirage

I don't need your morning calls in a minor
I don't miss you at all anymore
I said only one thing in the last conversation
"I feel sorry for your new girl"