Bottle It Up

I'm not swimmin' in the money

But at least I'm sleepin' every night

Why does life get so boring?

And does it ever start to feel right?

Am I too proud to say I'm sorry?

My empathy hides in disguise

So sometimes I just force a smile

So I can escape

I can get out instead of try

So I'll just bottle it up

Save it for a night on the weekend

When I can't get enough

Cut the flowers down to the stems

We can spiral all the way down

Then pull each other back to life

So I'll just bottle it up

Save it for a night on the weekend

But I kinda like it in a low-key

Siamese arms in a fight

We only know where the beat is

When, we tap our feet on time

Don't expect that you'll find it

Ever again if you stop

They say it's all about the rhythm

But, I'm everywhere that it's not

So I'll just bottle it up

Save it for a night on the weekend

When I can't get enough

Cut the flowers down to the stems

We can spiral all the way down

Then pull each other back to life

So I'll just bottle it up

Save it for a night on the weekend

So I'll just bottle it up

Save it for a night on the weekend

When I can't get enough

Cut the flowers down to the stems

We can spiral all the way down

Then pull each other back to life

So I'll just bottle it up

Save it for a night on the weekend