The Bottle
Matt Freeman / Tim Armstrong
Climb in, climb in, climb inside of me-pain
Another night of drinkin'
Another night of being out of my head and I don't know where I was last night
Drinkin' on an empty stomach or an empty mind
It makes no difference when I'm way out of line
Things I can't remember come back to haunt me
Alot of people out there who seem to want me
Climb in the bottle and never come out
(Chorus)
I made no nothin' but I'm good at something
I would drink until the sun comes up no more
One of these days gonna come outta my haze
Better hurry up
It's getting harder to come back