Bottom Of This Bottle

Find myself getting to the bottom of this bottle I need to slow down, foot up off the throttle I'm moving too fast, I need to slow down But without this girl, my heads a ghost town Find myself getting to the bottom of this bottle I need to slow down, foot up off the throttle I'm moving too fast, I need to slow down But without this girl, my heads a ghost town Maybe I am just a joke to you 'Cause every time I've ever spoke to you You were laughing, always laughing Unless you're flirting, she weren't flirting Wait, (Oh) she was flirting, shit I guess I never noticed it Young me really bad at seeing signs I guess we'll just wait for another time Corny lines but I don't care Baby, baby, why you not fair Hennessy through my blood stream 'Cause I let go the girl of my dreams Find myself getting to the bottom of this bottle I need to slow down, foot up off the throttle I'm moving too fast, I need to slow down But without this girl, my heads a ghost town Find myself getting to the bottom of this bottle I need to slow down, foot up off the throttle I'm moving too fast, I need to slow down But without this girl, my heads a ghost town Bought myself a DeLorn, after hearing all your reasoning I went to 88 on the motorway but it didn't go my way Marty lied to me, I didn't go back in time But honestly, I can't think of a rhyme So I'll just sit here with my half made song And my half drank bottle thinking What went wrong What went wrong girl I'll do anything for you still, I will Find myself getting to the bottom of this bottle I need to slow down, foot up off the throttle I'm moving too fast, I need to slow down But without this girl, my heads a ghost town Find myself getting to the bottom of this bottle I need to slow down, foot up off the throttle I'm moving too fast, I need to slow down But without this girl, my heads a ghost town