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This Bottle
I'm about to give up, I'm about to give in
I can't take this pain all over again.
The bottle in my hand, tears down my face
Feeling the burn from the familiar taste,
Since you walked out, the bottles been there
It leaves me without a thought, without a prayer
Its the last thing I said I'd ever do
But that was the last thing for you too.
Without a doubt, my heart can't take anymore
Go on, make your run for that front door.
I can't keep doing this every night
This bottle stopped making me feel alright.
It no longer cradles me into its arms
Seems to no longer protect me from any harm.
I can't rely on anything from my past
There's a reason why it didn't last.
Everytime I need someone to turn to,
I always turned around and it had been you.
Now that you're gone, this bottle takes your place
Feeling better is definitely not the case.
Your picture still haunts my memories at night
I miss you most when I turn out all the lights.
Its the goodnight kisses, even the hugs too
The whispers in the dark, the "I love you"
This bottle doesn't say much and it's really cold
It's not the same as having you to hold.
But I pour another shot to try and kill the pain
This bottle is not the one I should blame.
I could take this bottle, shatter it against the wall
Take out my phone, and give you one more call.
I could try to aologize, try to beg and plead
Tell you that this bottle isn't the one I need.
If only you'd take me in your arms and hold me tight
I wouldn't need this bottle after every fight;
The fights I have deciding which I need more
But the bottle is always there after every pour.
This bottle isn't the reason I can't call you up
This bottle isn't the reason I keep feeling my cup
This bottle is just a way I deal with my pain
This bottle is the only thing to keep me sane.
This bottle is my only resort since you left me alone
This bottle understands how I feel since you're gone.
This bottle is the life I lead for right now
This bottle will comfort me some how.
