Just a Bottle
I'm a just bottle sitting on a discount rack
My home town's in Tennessee, my favorite color's black
I caught your eye
As soon as you walked into this store
I've seen that, been through hell a thousand times before
You're gonna walk right up this aisle
You won't even check my tag
Gonna carry me to the counter
Wrap me in a paper bag
But I'm not your friend, I'm not your savior
You might think you need me now, but you'll blame me later
'Cause I won't make you say you're sorry
I won't turn her car around
I hope I don't kill you before you figure out
I'm just a bottle
Sitting on your bedside table
And now you've drank me down to the seven on my label
If I had a way with words, I'd give you this warning
I'll hang out with you tonight, but I'll hang you over in the morning
'Cause I'm not your friend, I'm not your savior
You might think you need me now, but you'll blame me later
'Cause I won't make you say you're sorry
I won't turn her car around
I hope I don't kill you before you figure out
I'm just a bottle
I'm just a bottle
You swore what's inside of me would fix what's inside of you
But now we're both in a million pieces
On the floor of this motel room
'Cause I'm not your friend, I'm not your savior
You might think you need me now, but you'll blame me later
'Cause I just pull you to the bottom
I won't turn your life around
I hope I don't kill you before you figure out
I'm just a bottle
Sitting on a discount rack
My home town's in Tennessee, my favorite color's black
My home town's in Tennessee, my favorite color's black
I caught your eye
As soon as you walked into this store
I've seen that, been through hell a thousand times before
You're gonna walk right up this aisle
You won't even check my tag
Gonna carry me to the counter
Wrap me in a paper bag
But I'm not your friend, I'm not your savior
You might think you need me now, but you'll blame me later
'Cause I won't make you say you're sorry
I won't turn her car around
I hope I don't kill you before you figure out
I'm just a bottle
Sitting on your bedside table
And now you've drank me down to the seven on my label
If I had a way with words, I'd give you this warning
I'll hang out with you tonight, but I'll hang you over in the morning
'Cause I'm not your friend, I'm not your savior
You might think you need me now, but you'll blame me later
'Cause I won't make you say you're sorry
I won't turn her car around
I hope I don't kill you before you figure out
I'm just a bottle
I'm just a bottle
You swore what's inside of me would fix what's inside of you
But now we're both in a million pieces
On the floor of this motel room
'Cause I'm not your friend, I'm not your savior
You might think you need me now, but you'll blame me later
'Cause I just pull you to the bottom
I won't turn your life around
I hope I don't kill you before you figure out
I'm just a bottle
Sitting on a discount rack
My home town's in Tennessee, my favorite color's black
Credits
Writer(s): Driver Williams, Claire Douglas, Matt Roy
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