Bottle My Woes

I don't need to worry about because life is very short I don't need to cry about, quit moping out your door I bottle the world and all my woes so they got somewhere to go And all that time I feel unwell I could tell I wanted to believe you'd have me 'round for tea I don't need to write about it I'm running off the page I don't need to read about it like a poet on a stage I bottle the world and all my woes so they got somewhere to go And all that time I feel unwell I could tell I wanted to believe you'd have me 'round for tea I don't wanna be alone But I'm sitting on my own scrolling on the phone whoah whoah whoah ahhhh