Passion For the Bottle

I met a man
Down the street
Cold summer night, he's got dirty feet
We started talkin'
He's got a kid
But nowhere to rest when he wants to sleep
F-fumbling my words, he understands
We share a passion for the bottle
He rolls me a cigarette
Unsmokeable

I know I'm not the man
She used to see in me
I'm crying by myself, and I'm in way to deep
There's something in the water, baby
And it's dragging me down

I met this man
Probably pretty high
And well he told me
Nobody's gonna love me
He kept me listening
Something in his eyes
A scary sight
F-fumbling his words, I understand
We share a passion for the bottle
We were strolling around
Side eyes
Don't feel much

I know I'm not the man
She used to see in me
I'm crying by myself, and I'm in way to deep
There's something in the water, baby
And it's dragging me down



Credits
Writer(s): Karl Oskar Meyer, Kasper Witt Bengtsen, David Bastrup-birk Wachmann
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