I've got something on my mind Like I'm out every night But all I do is miss you And you're not even mine Met your fucking girlfriend She was looking perfect Thought that I could change you Fuck it isn't working
I don't know if I'm the one to blame but Every time I hear you say my name I can't move, I can't eat or sleep I'm doomed, it's not fun for me Sucking on a bottle of Jim Beam, wishing it was you Yeah I'm sucking on a bottle of Jim Beam, wishing it was you
You put both arms around me Said you're glad you found me But only as a friend My broken heart is pounding Maybe I'm just selfish But baby I can't help it Look me in the eyes and say you never felt it
I don't know if I'm the one to blame but Every time I hear you say my name I can't move, I can't eat or sleep I'm doomed, I can't fucking breathe Sucking on a bottle of Jim Beam, wishing it was you Yeah I'm sucking on a bottle of Jim Beam, wishing it was you
I've got room in my apartment, thought that you should know If you take out the garbage, I'll pay for the phone I don't need a wedding, let's stay home instead We can both confess things we've never even said
Sucking on a bottle of Jim Beam, wishing it was you Yeah I'm sucking on a bottle of Jim Beam, wishing it was you Sucking on a bottle of Jim Beam, wishing it was youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
