I wake up thinking it's morning but it's three
Yesterday I drank and maybe I gave the worst of me
I opened my eyes on the couch that I was dressed
Drunk, I even lose control of my destiny
The fault will be of the wine that is soporific
Or of my bed colder than the refrigerator
Much colder since you're not here
Since you told me a new chapter opens for me
Now I write my book alone
Maybe without plot or title and a ridiculous novel will come out
I don't care how many read and what they say
At least I will be free

You don't know
That it's not my fault
But it's the wine's fault
If I made a mess and then disappeared
You don't know (you don't know)
That it's not my fault (it's not mine)
But it's the wine's fault
If it's almost morning and I'm still around and writing to you

Tonight I'm in bad company
You're not mine anymore
I make your phone ring
Until the answering machine answers

I thought I didn't need you
But you don't think about certain things before three
You who tried to change me in two thousand ways
And sleeping together again is hurting, a bed of nails
Some things you choose like a dress
I bring back my destiny with the receipt
But it's worn out, torn to pieces and I didn't do it on purpose
I stagger in search of the woman who refunds me
And sometimes you feel ridiculous
Like when you're drunk, you say no and they convince you
And any thing they tell you seems like pure gold
I only write my book but from tomorrow there's a new chapter

You don't know (what?)
That it's not my fault
But it's the wine's fault
If I made a mess and then disappeared
You don't know (you don't know)
That it's not my fault
But it's the wine's fault
If it's almost morning and I'm still around and writing to you

Tonight I'm in bad company
You're not mine anymore
I make your phone ring
Until the answering machine answers

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