I put myself in a hole, but I'm climbing out
Every night I've been loaded like a gun
Shootin' holes in the souls of everyone
(I wait for anger, shame now)
In love with liquor, I could never let her heart break
(But better yet leave a hole [?])
Even when we kiss I know she's planning my wake
(I wanna drown in the now, yeah yeah)
Spillin' my wants in a broken cup and
Beggin' for anyone strong enough to
Pull me out from the dust
I refuse to die here when no bottle does, yeah
Oh, don't want another glass of me, the friend in a bottle
Oh, but every time I'm clean I see the friend in a bottle
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm a friend in a bottle
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh
Don't wanna drink, don't wanna swim inside of my cage
(Or better yet [?])
So break the bottle, I'mma fill the glass with my face
(I wanna drown in the now, yeah yeah)
Spillin' my wants in a broken cup and
Beggin' for anyone strong enough to
Pull me out from the dust
I refuse to die here when no bottle does, yeah
Oh, don't want another glass of me, the friend in a bottle
Oh, but every time I'm clean I see the friend in a bottle
I put myself in a hole, but I'm climbing out
Every night I've been loaded like a gun
Shootin' holes in the souls of everyone
I wait for anger, shame now
I wait for anger, shame
Spillin' my wants in a broken cup and
Beggin' for anyone strong enough
Spillin' my wants in a broken cup and
Beggin' for anyone strong enough to
Pull me out from the dust
I refuse to die here when no bottle does, yeah
Oh, don't want another glass of me, the friend in a bottle
Oh, but every time I'm clean I see the friend in a bottle
Nu taip, nesudarysim gi vieno bendro žodyno, kai tokie jie skirtingi Aš gal anksčiau panašiau mąsčiau, bet šiemet supratau, kad visi metų laikai yra vienodai gražūs ir vienodai reikalingi, ir yra tik požiūrio kampas, iš kurio gali juos vertinti.
Nepriimtinas man tas tavo žodynas, nu bet ką padarysi Man atrodo yra priežasčių rudenį ir žiemą subjaurinti, jei jau visi ją taip bjaurina. Aš nemėgstu rudens ir dar baisiau nemėgstu žiemos, tai yra gamtos mirties ir stagnacijos laikas, nieko tame
Šiaip aš nieko prieš prekybcentrių diktuojamoms normoms. Ruduo ir žiema yra bjaurūs metų laikai, tad kuo anksčiau aktyvuoji savyje šventinę nuotaiką, tuo smagiau gyvent. Ar čia krikščioniška, jau ne mano reikalas, nesu religingas žmogus.