Bottles - Dirtsilk

Empty bottles on the table Black roses on the ground Silhouettes of people dancing To an unfamiliar sound Hello stranger, can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down With empty bottles on the table Black roses on the ground Ground bottle six with the permanent bliss Razor sharp glass lips, give me a kiss Eyes fixated with the familiar shape Black label, white letters, they integrate Cubans in the bar room with harpoons I bloom in the night fog like mushrooms See every bullet hole in the window of my past Now that's what I call a shot glass (2, 3, 4) Empty bottles on the table Black roses on the ground Silhouettes of people dancing To an unfamiliar sound Hello stranger, can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down With empty bottles on the table Black roses on the ground Count the cracks on the sidewalk Pack the cigarette box in my left palm Flame on the tip of a smoke I don't know where the light came from Legs like a ghost, I still walk Whole world must try and concrete feels soft Blinded by the cameras pap flash I'm a big fan, shot glass? (2, 3, 4) Empty bottles on the table Black roses on the ground Silhouettes of people dancing To an unfamiliar sound Hello stranger, can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down With empty bottles on the table Black roses on the ground Oh, what a life it's been What about my life in there? What about the would and whens? If, maybes, could-have-beens? You didn't know shit about me, man You didn't go to school in the clothes that I had to wear back then Look at you, fucking faggot, what you looking at, punk? What, bitch? Give me another shot, hey, what you want? Make it a double, fuck it, a triple, fuck it, give me the bottle And then it's bottoms-up, what a positive role model Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake at all, take a Tylenol, shake it off Wanna take another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake at all, take a Tylenol, shake it off Wanna take another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off Empty bottles on the table Black roses on the ground Silhouettes of people dancing To an unfamiliar sound Hello stranger, can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down With empty bottles on the table Black roses on the ground Empty bottles on the table Black roses on the ground Silhouettes of people dancing To an unfamiliar sound Hello stranger, can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down With empty bottles on the table Black roses on the ground.

Now I'm stuck inside this motion I cannot control Feel like the waves of the ocean On top of me roll So can I come up for air? There must be somebody swimming near To pull me up I can't breathe down here Or just long enough That I loom in my fear That I won't come up again That I'll sink to the bottom of what I am At least I go down With a drink in my hand Maybe that was the problem It all began, whoa-oh Said, "I'm addicted and I can't change" The path I walk it remains the same But if I get swept away playing this games Remember all that I used to be Not what I became Now I'm fallin' into the bottom Of the hole in my head We share the weight of my thoughts Or are they better unread? But can you help me forget? There must be somebody swimming near To pull me up I can't see down here But the road is laced with checks and ups Wherever you've been But I'ma go down With a drink in my hand Or maybe that was the reason It all began, whoa-oh And I'm addicted and I can't change The path I walk it remains the same And if I get swept away playing this games Remember all that I used to be Not what I became, hmm Remember all that I used to be Not what I became, hmm