Bottle of Blues
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And there you are, aren't you?
staring at yourself
thinking about that bottle of blues
on that dusty shelf
It's funny how the night creeps in
when it's only five o' clock
Your restless,
but there's comfort there
So turn that rusty lock
Pull that string, I assure
it's only me and you
We'll choke down, and reminisce
that empty bottle of blues
Open wounds, I guarantee
burning from the salt
It's not yours, and it's not mine
It's the bottles fault
It's okay, I hope so soon
I'll make cheers to your health
Then return to my old friend
upon that dusty shelf
staring at yourself
thinking about that bottle of blues
on that dusty shelf
It's funny how the night creeps in
when it's only five o' clock
Your restless,
but there's comfort there
So turn that rusty lock
Pull that string, I assure
it's only me and you
We'll choke down, and reminisce
that empty bottle of blues
Open wounds, I guarantee
burning from the salt
It's not yours, and it's not mine
It's the bottles fault
It's okay, I hope so soon
I'll make cheers to your health
Then return to my old friend
upon that dusty shelf