I wanna be drunk when I wake up
On the right side of the wrong bed
And never an excuse I made up
Tell anda the truth I hate
What didn't kill me
It never made me stronger at all.
Love will scar your make-up lip sticks to me
So now I'll maybe lean back there
I'm sat here wishing I was sober
I know I'll never hold anda like I used to.
But our house gets cold when anda cut the heating
Without anda to hold I'll be freezing
Can't rely on my hati, tengah-tengah to beat in
'Cause anda take parts of it every evening
Take words out of my mouth just from breathing
Replace with phrases like when you're leaving me.
Should I, should I?
Maybe...
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