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