Bottle My Woes

I don't need to worry about because life is very short
I don't need to cry about, quit moping out your door

I bottle the world and all my woes so they got somewhere to go
And all that time I feel unwell I could tell I wanted to believe you'd have me 'round for tea

I don't need to write about it I'm running off the page
I don't need to read about it like a poet on a stage

I bottle the world and all my woes so they got somewhere to go
And all that time I feel unwell
I could tell I wanted to believe you'd have me 'round for tea

I don't wanna be alone
But I'm sitting on my own scrolling on the phone whoah whoah whoah ahhhh



Credits
Writer(s): Callum Macleod
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