Bottom of the Bottle

My whole life I've been staring out the cracks

Slipping words among the people that get close enough to grasp it

And you're looking at me like another broken glass

Getting closer to the edge without emotional attachment.

And maybe you don't see that all of this around you is a simple web of lies

That was designed to make you soundproof.

That's exactly why I scream like all the proud do

And slam against the gates with my music until I plow through.

I see the smiles and your frowns, how you feel like everything in your life is nailed to the ground

And I see you speak with the same distaste in your mouth

While everything breaks you down to the bottle, tryin to drown yourself

I guess there's no hope left, all the ships are leaving port and the wine is smelling like death and

You can smoke until there's holes in your chest, until you're breathing out your last cold breath

I wish I could have told you

And all your demons are gonna get ya. [x4]

And this wood room's full of em, from the bar to the booth

Leave the guitar in the corner and stray far from your roots

Never thanked your father for infecting your youth

With a healthy taste for violence and a hundred fifty proof

And all you ever learned from life, is an icepack

It's good to stop the swellin and for chillin down your pint glass

Now every evening as you open up your nightcap

You drink yourself away like it's the only way to fight back

And I can show you how I feel and what it does to me

And how I look you in the face and see what has become of me

I'm a product of your liquid courage company

That drowned away your sorrow before you knew that they were running free

So breathe in, and breathe out

Blur the place between us and constrict me when I reach out

Break the mirror so you never have to see out

And know that you were talking to yourself

I wish I coulda showed ya

And all your demons are gonna get ya. [x4]

It's the bottom of the bottle…

It's the bottom of the bottle…