I’m thinking of drinking when we’re lying in bed
She tells me “come over” i’m drinking instead
Cuz the bottles my lover, she’s just my friend
I can’t write myself out of this twilight
The words they won’t come out
I’m buried alive
Try to recover, impossible to mend
So the bottle’s my doctor
& my prescription
Pop-gun cowboy run
With this symbol you were born
It’s carved into your arm
Now fade into the dawn
My spirit is half sure like the love i refuse
& i’m looking past her
So she’s cutting my loose
Can’t find any reason
Or cause to believe in
So the bottle’s my savior
Like it’s always been
The bottle’s my lover, she’s just my friend I’m thinking of drinking when we’re lying in bed She tells me “come over” i’m drinking instead Cuz the bottles my lover, she’s just my friend I can’t write myself out of this twilight The words they won’t come out I’m buried alive Try to recover, impossible to mend So the bottle’s my doctor & my prescription Pop-gun cowboy run With this symbol you were born It’s carved into your arm Now fade into the dawn My spirit is half sure like the love i refuse & i’m looking past her So she’s cutting my loose Can’t find any reason Or cause to believe in So the bottle’s my savior Like it’s always been Explain Request ×
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