Otis

This broken bottle is empty
And my throat is all but torn apart
From choking on my own teeth and
I won't sleep tonight at all
You sense the silence ending
But you would rather roam the dark
Searching for idle hands but my dear
That only starts a fever
All I wanted was to let you know
That only starts a fever
You're feeling down because I let you go
You're feeling down because I let you go
This ghost won't haunt me anymore from now on
And I just can't let go of this bottle
'Cause it keeps me hanging on by every sip
You've gone and fed me, tonight
This broken bottle is empty
And my hands are all but torn apart
From choking on these splinters as
I continue to write out verses
About the things that you do that
Seem to get us nowhere
And the things that you say
In the waking of a crumbling day
Like when you tell me you don't miss me
There's nothing in me but a bottle of whiskey
And it's keeping my tongue wet tool
It's either one or the two
I've got my keys in my pocket
And a list of what i left you
And it's keeping my mind lit too
What better way to erase you
What better way to erase you
You're not suffering anymore so move on
This ghost won't haunt me anymore from now on
And I just can't let go of this bottle
'Cause it keeps me hanging on, hanging on
By every sip you've gone and fed me tonight