Leave the Bottle

So here I...
Sit alone
I've grown addicted to the stale air
Woven to the stool
My feet are soldered to the rail
Staring down a glass
Eyeballing every last regret
The sour paint
I strain but manage to inhale
My apologies, bartender, I've forgotten what your name is
Get up off your ass
I ain't done talking to you yet

Might as well
Just leave the bottle
A glass ain't near enough to saciate this appetite
I won't be a bother
I'm just here to soak myself to death
Thank you for the service
You're a credit to your craft
Now get the fuck out of my sight
Leave me to analize
The pain I hold inside

So now I...
Look around
I take a momnet to ingest
The surroundings and the sounds that create the environment
I'm feeling more at home
Like a baby on a mother's breast
So listen up
Cause there's enough life in these old hands
To grab you by the collar
Beat your pretty fuckin' face in
Leave before this place
Absorbs what soul you might have left

Might as well
Just leave the bottle
A glass ain't near enough to saciate this appetite
I won't be a bother
I'm just here to soak myself to death
Thank you for the service
You're a credit to your craft
Now get the fuck out of my sight
Leave me to analize
The pain I hold inside

Might as well
Just leave the bottle
A glass ain't near enough to saciate this appetite
I won't be a bother
I'm just here to soak myself to death
Thank you for the service
You're a credit to your craft
Now get the fuck out of my sight
Leave me to analize
The pain I hold inside