Spill

I’m starting to think it all begins at the bottom of this bottle ‘Cause the only time I’m honest is with my inhibitions lowered Tip them back. One, two, three Let’s see where one more takes us How much do you think it’d take for me to want to risk it? And I’ll spin around in circles, so as not to open my mouth ‘Cause I’d need more bottles to save me if ever the truth came out So I’ll wait for the burning taste to subside before my eyes spring open And you can talk, talk, talk to me, but I’ll deny that I am broken. Now familiar words scream inside, ones thus far unspoken So I’ll bring the glass back to my lips in a feeble attempt to stop them This bottle is getting lighter now, Let’s see if one more does it