The bottles my lover, shes just my friend
Im thinking of drinking when were lying in bed
She tells me come over im drinking instead
Cuz the bottles my lover, shes just my friend

I cant write myself out of this twilight
The words they wont come out
Im buried alive
Try to recover, impossible to mend
So the bottles my doctor
& my prescription

Pop-gun cowboy run
With this symbol you were born
Its carved into your arm
Now fade into the dawn

My spirit is half sure like the love i refuse
& im looking past her
So shes cutting my loose
Cant find any reason
Or cause to believe in
So the bottles my savior
Like its always been