Bottles

Never see it coming, it's a phantom wave It's cold and overtakes me, all i feel is pain It's wrapped around my heart, it's the coldest chain Sometimes I wonder why it has to be this way Thoughts I'm overthinking tend to bubble up Of people that I never should've given love Of nights where it was only just the two of us And everything was fine Bottles piling, sounds of violin Playing that sad old song Fallen eyes again, drunk or high again Lord knows what went wrong Bottles piling, sounds of violin Playing that sad old song Fallen eyes again, drunk or high again Lord knows what went wrong Bottles piling, lord knows what went wrong Bottles piling, lord knows what went wrong