Hope in a Bottle
Hey man, come on, getting better
You've still got friends
Young enough to matter
Hey man, come on, getting better
You've still got friends
Young enough to matter
Hey man, come on, getting better
You've still got friends
Young enough to matter
Hey man, come on, getting better
You've still got friends
Young enough to matter
In my hometown they're shooting a flick
I'm too damn old to star in it
This new blood, they've come up so quick
I'm too far-gone to admit it
So what's stopping you sittin' 'round in Mayfair
We're not laughing we're bitter underpaid players
I'm so nervous, I'm so strange
Tie me up, I'm unraveling again
So what's stopping a simple undertaking
When I'm lacking I fiddle and I'm flaky
Yeah, it's abnormal, it's insane
You go ahead as I trouble with my lace
Open your book
Find yourself turning the page for what?
You know where to look
Give in to moments of ease
Or carry on by
Will you give me a reason to stay here?
I'm all torn up inside
When I find myself waiting for you
Hey man, come on, getting better
You've still got friends
Young enough to matter
Hey man, come on, getting better
You've still got friends
Young enough to matter
In my hotel there's a small fridge
Full of small bottles filled to the brim
This true love could carry the wind
I'm too fucked up to admit it
So what's stopping you, we're the same
We're not laughing, we're not even playing
I'm so tepid, I'm so tame
Tie me up, I'm unraveling again
Open your book
Find yourself turning the page for what?
You know where to look
Give in to moments of ease
Or carry on by
Will you give me a reason to stay here?
I'm all torn up inside
When I find myself waiting for you
Open your book
Find yourself turning the page for what?
You know where to look
Give in to moments of ease
Or carry on by
Will you give me a reason to keep keeping on?
I'm torn up inside
When I find myself turning to you
You've still got friends
Young enough to matter
Hey man, come on, getting better
You've still got friends
Young enough to matter
Hey man, come on, getting better
You've still got friends
Young enough to matter
Hey man, come on, getting better
You've still got friends
Young enough to matter
In my hometown they're shooting a flick
I'm too damn old to star in it
This new blood, they've come up so quick
I'm too far-gone to admit it
So what's stopping you sittin' 'round in Mayfair
We're not laughing we're bitter underpaid players
I'm so nervous, I'm so strange
Tie me up, I'm unraveling again
So what's stopping a simple undertaking
When I'm lacking I fiddle and I'm flaky
Yeah, it's abnormal, it's insane
You go ahead as I trouble with my lace
Open your book
Find yourself turning the page for what?
You know where to look
Give in to moments of ease
Or carry on by
Will you give me a reason to stay here?
I'm all torn up inside
When I find myself waiting for you
Hey man, come on, getting better
You've still got friends
Young enough to matter
Hey man, come on, getting better
You've still got friends
Young enough to matter
In my hotel there's a small fridge
Full of small bottles filled to the brim
This true love could carry the wind
I'm too fucked up to admit it
So what's stopping you, we're the same
We're not laughing, we're not even playing
I'm so tepid, I'm so tame
Tie me up, I'm unraveling again
Open your book
Find yourself turning the page for what?
You know where to look
Give in to moments of ease
Or carry on by
Will you give me a reason to stay here?
I'm all torn up inside
When I find myself waiting for you
Open your book
Find yourself turning the page for what?
You know where to look
Give in to moments of ease
Or carry on by
Will you give me a reason to keep keeping on?
I'm torn up inside
When I find myself turning to you
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Mitchell Stephenson
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