Bottled

A phone call to turn you into a machine

You've got less than ten minutes to save the one from which you were made

And even promising words are not enough promise for you

You need to feel the beat of life within her chest, so you can feel it again too

These vices double as a reason for the way we feel the way we do

Solitude in a family filled living room

And I wish that they could see, the impact made on the children

They taught so perfectly how not to be

(We share something I wish we didn't

We share something I wish that I could put to an end

This life of addiction led, the common thread)

Empty is the house, the home that you hate

Miles and miles away from the one from which you were made

And even promising words are not enough promise for you

You need to feel the beat of love within her chest, so you can feel it again too

You are a butterfly, so beautifully designed

But when you flutter your wings, it destroys a family

It destroys this family

You are the oxygen that I breathe

Put to use by the lungs you made

You are the reason my heart beats

And you are the reason that it breaks

(Your true colors shine like the trash cans full of glass)