Mexico - Incubus

You could see me reaching

So why couldn’t you have met me halfway?

You could see me bleeding

And you could not put pressure on the wound

You only think about yourself

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 only think about yourself

You better bend before I go

On the first train to Mexico

You only think about yourself

You only think about yourself

You better bend before I go

On the first train to Mexico