Mardi Morillo - third of december

The last time I saw her
I was drunk on the floor
The third of December
My birthday before
You calm and you soothe me
Like the eye of the storm
And I don’t remember
Why I drink anymore
Crawling on the floor
Wish that I was more
A man for you
But I keep reaching for
Another bottle
Oh what’s wrong with me
And I say I’m sorry
But words can’t express
How stupid this man feels
When he fails your test
Now say you're leaving
That I’m just a mess
I’d get up to stop you
But I’d fall on my ass
Crawling on the floor
Wish that I was more
A man for you
But I keep reaching for
Another bottle
Oh what’s wrong with me
Crawling on the floor
Wish that I was more
A man for you
But I keep reaching for
Another bottle
Oh what’s wrong with me

Written by:
Mardi Morillo

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