Drown In a Bottle
Was it something that was said or a look that I gave
Was it minor or comparable to this mess that we've made
Now something that we don't have
And now feels like we never had
Was one time not enough, 2 or 3 did you need
Do you count your regrets in others or just me
Because that's sure how it so far seems
Blocking out and erasing
But he can go and drown in a bottle
Does going out get old
"Whiskey thought he knew me"
Should I have known better than to hold you again
The 23rd letter, you hoped for better
But just wound up slumped and with another number
No more despair, room shares, cares
Just what you need
I still miss hands clasped and an ampersand between our names like it used to be
I'm ready when you're ready
But he can go and drown in a bottle
Does going out get old
"Whiskey thought he knew me"
Should I have known better than to hold you again
He can go and drown in a bottle
Does going out get old
"Whiskey thought he knew me"
(But he didn't know anything)
Would I be lucky just to hold you again
He can go and drown in a bottle
(Though it'd never be enough)
Does going out get old
"Whiskey thought he knew me"
(But he didn't know anything)
I'd be lucky just to hold you again
Was it minor or comparable to this mess that we've made
Now something that we don't have
And now feels like we never had
Was one time not enough, 2 or 3 did you need
Do you count your regrets in others or just me
Because that's sure how it so far seems
Blocking out and erasing
But he can go and drown in a bottle
Does going out get old
"Whiskey thought he knew me"
Should I have known better than to hold you again
The 23rd letter, you hoped for better
But just wound up slumped and with another number
No more despair, room shares, cares
Just what you need
I still miss hands clasped and an ampersand between our names like it used to be
I'm ready when you're ready
But he can go and drown in a bottle
Does going out get old
"Whiskey thought he knew me"
Should I have known better than to hold you again
He can go and drown in a bottle
Does going out get old
"Whiskey thought he knew me"
(But he didn't know anything)
Would I be lucky just to hold you again
He can go and drown in a bottle
(Though it'd never be enough)
Does going out get old
"Whiskey thought he knew me"
(But he didn't know anything)
I'd be lucky just to hold you again
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Writer(s): Liam Marsh
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