The Bottle

It's never quite like it seemed after swallowing the red pill I went all in with a hand I should have known I couldn't fill And now we're standing here got no where left to hide Just hoping that the river will turn the tide Well I took the bottle off the shelf Sat down and drank it by myself To get my head to somewhere Anywhere that's far away from here And broken by the fall A whisper through the storm Please God help me I can't pick the punches anymore The winds are raging now Dark clouds roll in The wolf's camped at the door Now its getting just a little too real I'm sorry for the wounds inflicted on your heart The way this painting turned out not the finest work of art Scrape the layers away reveal true lies along the way Your black and white all blended into grey Well I took the bottle off the shelf Sat down and drank it by myself To get my head to somewhere Anywhere that's far away from here And broken by the fall A whisper through the storm Please God help me I can't pick the punches anymore The winds are raging now Dark clouds roll in The wolf's camped at the door Now its getting just a little too real And all I wanted this to be Escape from this reality Escape from this reality And broken by the fall A whisper through the storm Please God help me I can't pick the punches anymore The winds are raging now Dark clouds roll in The wolf's camped at the door Now its getting just a little too real