i found my best friend,
at the bottom of a bottle.
mind was clouded,
the room was crowded.
i smashed the bottle to the floor,
and i couldn't make it to the door.
i tumbled, i fell.
"you're wasted", i can tell.
i found my best friend in a dark room
crumbling all my thoughts to doom.
"come to bed,
you're seeing red."
maybe things were better off unsaid.
'cause baby im already emotionally dead.
whats difference between the truth or a lie?
'cause both still make me cry.
or maybe it's time i moved on.
but we both know we both can't, don't we?
so i'll swallow my problems with pills,
and a bottle for me and a bottle for you.
