The Bottle

climb in

climb in

climb inside me.. pain

another night of drinkin'

another night of beeing

out of my head and i don't know

where i was last night

drinkin' on a empty stomach

or an empty mind

it makes no difference when i'm way out of line

things i can't remember comes back to haunt me

a lot of people out there who seem to want me

climb in the bottle and never come out

i may know nothing but i'm good at something

i will drink till the sun comes up

no more one of these days gonna come out of my haze

better hurry up it's getting harder to come back