Shut up and stop looking at me
I can handle it
I don’t need you
Stop looking at me
I don’t need you

It’s that bottle across the table
Torturing you from afar
So many times you reach to grab it
And yank yourself back

You’re going crazy
You’re messed up in the head
You think you need that bottle
You think it’s your best friend

Like a baby to it’s milk
You’re hooked on your alcohol
Like a toddler to a lollipop
You’ll suck that bottle clean

It’s that bottle cross the table
Torturing you from afar
So many times to reach to grab it
And yank yourself back

Look at yourself
Tearing your life up
Without that one sacred drink
Your life…slipping away

Nothing will quench your thirst no more
You knock your water off the counter
And chuck the coke away in frustration
So fed up… you don’t yank your arm away this time

That bottle across the table
Across it is no more
You reach over to grab it
But you don’t yank yourself away

It’s that bottle cross the table
Torturing you from afar
So many times to reach to grab it
And yank yourself back