Tell my friends I'm ok
Now I spend my nights drinking away, disgraced
The bottle seems approbate
For the mistakes I've made
Now I choose this softer pain
This could have gone any other way
Now I choose this softer pain
It's bottles over everything
Im sorry I don't think that I can
Ever be saved
This caustic heart, lobotomy
(Its costing heart, a part of me)
Either force myself back to
Sleep or have a drink
This could have gone any other way
Now I choose this softer pain
I'm on the cusp of seeking revenge
No I can't simply get over this
Spilled guts between the centerfolds
Astringent thoughts without your distaste
Tell my friends I'm okay
It's bottles over everything