Lightning in a Bottle

This doesn't suit me, truth be told
Doesn't suit anyone that isn't trying to console
You're into buying what you're sold
They never tell you that
You pick a side they keep you talking
Repeating lines you think you're mocking
'Cause you're the goods that they are stalking

Nobody told me that I'd win the lotto
Still I keep scratching that ticket 'til tomorrow

Then the alcohol soaks into the body
And still the lies keep getting bolder
You strike a match and I run away from you
Feeling the fire coming closer
It's all around me I don't know what to do
Hide in a hole until it's over
Piss on the flames until they smolder

Nobody told me that I would win the lotto
Still I keep scratching that ticket 'til tomorrow
I turn my delicate pride into bravado
And keep on catching that lightning in a bottle



Credits
Writer(s): Ofer Shouval
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