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Bottle

Start my day, I hit my head with the door
Grab hold of the chair
and pull myself from the floor
Still isn't clear what that was for

Recognized, things buried in here
Fruit ripe for the pickings
and thoughts of fear
You can't let it get too easy to assume what isn't clear

Tell me 'bout those good old days
Older ones and better ways
Ways I cannot change today
Tell me why
I'll tell you why

Teeth like a dog can getchya back in the game
And each new problem
drives you further from sane
Topics take a root in all the things that cause you pain

One more day and not a bad start at all
Less weight on your shoulders
can make you feel tall
This bottle stands empty waiting for me to call

Tell me why
Tell me why

Bottle