Empty Bottles

June 18, 2014

It's another night, lonely and stranded

Keeping it all inside like I'm this bottle

Try to ease the memory, forget a little bit

So I go on and take another swallow

Searching the wrong empty bottles for some answers

Looking for you in all the wrong places

Is it bad that I still see you in my sleep?

It is bad that I can see you in other faces?

Everybody says they're tired of hearing about you

Well, my mind feels the same way everyday

They're the lucky ones cause they can escape it

I try to go back, but I've never been the same

I hear about how you're doing

So I try to spin some lies

Let you know that I'm okay

In case you even mind

But I'm broken and I'm bruising

All over the inside

You left an empty bottle

Nothing, completely dry

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