Mitch the Hero - Liquor on the Nightstand

I shoulda made a million
By now
But I haven’t
All this fucking up im doing
Is turning into a habit
I don’t know her name
Just her number and her address
i just lost the game
Sold my soul on her mattress

Never meant shit
But I never meant to hurt you tho
if you weren’t so fucked up
Then i swear you would be perfect bro
Cut them off and watch them drift away
i keep my circle close
I think that I might love you
I aint tryna be your savior tho



Running out options
I know everybody hates me
She’s Fucked up on the inside
Been this way since 18
Marlboro reds and some liquor on the night stand
Coulda been a trophy wife
Coulda had a nice man

Written by:
LUCAS BOWERMAN, MITCHELL BOWERMAN

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