The Bottle
ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG
Climb in
Climb in
Climb inside 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 a empty stomach
Or an empty mind
It makes no difference when I'm way out of line
Things I can't remember comes back to haunt me
A lot of people out there who seem to want me
Climb in the bottle and never come out
I may know nothing but I'm good at something
I will drink till the sun comes up
No more one of these days gonna come out of my haze
Better hurry up it's getting harder to come back
