Mexico

You could see me reaching, So why couldn't you have met me halfway You could see me bleeding But you could not put pressure on the wound you only think about yourself You better bend before I go On the first train to Mexico You could see me breathing But you still kept your hand over my mouth You could feel me seething But you just turned your nose up in the air you only think about yourself You better bend before I go On the first train to Mexico you only think about yourself You better bend before I go On the first train to Mexico