Hasta La Vista

[Verse]
At a table alone, watching the local band
Fortune-telling plastic fish curls up in my hand
Always had faith in what I do not choose
Hasta la vista, mi amor, I guess I'll miss you

[Verse]
Reappeared in a cloud of smoke
Feeling less holy than I might have hoped
Exchanging glances, gently opening old wounds
Hasta la vista, mi amor, I guess I'll miss you

[Verse]
At a table alone, feeling a little juvenile
But looking back has never really been my style
Always had faith in what I do not choose
Hasta la vista, mi amor, I guess I'll miss you

[Outro]
Hasta la vista, my love
Hasta la vista, my love
Hasta la vista, amor