ACT III: SCENE 1: THE BOTTLES EMPTY

When I first came to you, you brought me the bottles plenty.

Now you've changed your tune, you bring me the bottles empty.

Baby make me bleed,

Or baby let me drink.

Oh that I was where I would be, then I would be where I am not.

Here I am where I must be, Go where I would I can not.

Baby make me bleed,

Or baby let me drink.

Whatever numbs my head,

So i dont have to think.

Oh that I was where I would be, then I would be where I am not.

Here I am where I must be, go where I would I can not.

Take me away for good, take me away from here.

Take me like you should, sick of the insincere.

Baby cut my back,

Or bring me one more drink.

Baby ignore all of them,

So i don't have to think.

Im going far away.

I will see you again.

But im swimming in a bottle running dry.

Please wait for my return.

Begged you to bleed me dry, you brought me the bottles plenty.

Now you've changed your tune, I guess you should have bled me.

Oh that I was where I would be, Then I would be where I am not.

Here I am where I must be, go where I would I can not.

So the bottles run dry,

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles run dry,

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

When I first came to you, you brought me the bottles plenty.

Now you've changed your tune, you bring me the bottles empty.

Baby make me bleed,

Or baby let me drink.

Oh that I was where I would be, then I would be where I am not.

Here I am where I must be, Go where I would I can not.

Baby make me bleed,

Or baby let me drink.

Whatever numbs my head,

So i dont have to think.

Oh that I was where I would be, then I would be where I am not.

Here I am where I must be, go where I would I can not.

Take me away for good, take me away from here.

Take me like you should, sick of the insincere.

Baby cut my back,

Or bring me one more drink.

Baby ignore all of them,

So i don't have to think.

Im going far away.

I will see you again.

But im swimming in a bottle running dry.

Please wait for my return.

Begged you to bleed me dry, you brought me the bottles plenty.

Now you've changed your tune, I guess you should have bled me.

Oh that I was where I would be, Then I would be where I am not.

Here I am where I must be, go where I would I can not.

So the bottles run dry,

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles run dry,

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

So the bottles empty.

from Hurt Not the Oil and the Wine,
released October 31, 2006

The Ugly Facade Texas

We live our lives in boxes, with little glowing screens. We fill our blood with toxins, so we can deal with things. And sometimes, more than often, the bitter masks the taste. The fruitless failed reflection: what if it's all a waste?

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