Bottles
[Verse 1]
Bottles of that good stuff
'Cause I've been feeling rough
Just wanna kick back
Blow my money on a 6 pack
Sit in my room, have a think
Open a bottle, take a drink
Take these shots, to my brain
Become numb, Lidocaine
'Cause I've had a stressful week
Turn to the bottles, when things get bleak
Alcohol, down my throat
Not too fast, don't you choke
Take a swig, listen to tunes
Turn off the lights, alone in my room
Still some left, drinking's fun
But I fall asleep, before they're done
[Verse 2]
Wake up, hours later
Still got a bit of paper
Alcohol, got me beat
In the mood, for something to eat
I stand up, still drunk
Get dressed, look like a punk
Grab my wallet, off the floor
Down the stairs, out the door
Now I stand at McD's
Deciding what to eat
Take my time, no hurry
Big Mac, chips & McFlurry
Cheese dippers, on the side
Window seat, under a light
With it all, tubs of ketchup
Another night, another session
Now I've finished, table clear
Walk to Tesco, no fear
Grab some things, go and pay
They will be for the next day
Night's alive, too dark to roam
Best make my way, back home
Me and the night, we departed
I need to finish what I started
[Verse 3]
4 am. Still awake
Probably sleep, when day breaks
Empty bottles, by my bed
Thoughts spinning, round my head
I'm sitting down, but I still wobble
Gripping the bottle, by the nozzle
Finish one bottle, pick up another
Not too loud, don't wake up mother
Talking to friends, speech slurry
Trying to focus, vision blurry
It's late time, that I'm killin'
Look to the window, room spinning
Is the sun, up already?
I finish my drink, keeping it steady
The final drop I drink & swallow
My laptop's off, then my lights follow