Bottle In My Hand

[VERSE 1]
There's bottles on the floor, back against the door
Stumble to the drawer in attempt to pour some more
I'm not an alcoholic, I'm not relying on it
But anytime I want it, I can't stop me getting on it
Yeah, I drink alone. Yeah, I lost my phone
Yeah I'm getting loans just to have a drink, I know
I drink when I'm depressed, drinking cause I'm stressed
I nearly feel possessed when cravings hit my chest
Yeah, I'm losing sleep and I'm feeling hella weak
But how I meant to sleep when I can barely go a week
Unforeseen, sixteen, never clean, a stupid teen
Just sit behind a damn screen, anxious just to be 18
I know I sound pathetic, please don't be sympathetic
To get this way I let it, and it's all my fault, I get it
Still not an addiction, chest under constriction
Stuck in this affliction and it's all my self-infliction

[Chorus]
May have lost the battle, but I'm gonna win the war
One day soon I'll be chilling on tour
With a bottle in my hand, and another few, canned
But it won't be a demand, no I'll be in command

May have lost the battle, but I'm gonna win the war
One day soon I'll be chilling on tour
With a bottle in my hand, and another few, canned
But it won't be a demand, no I'll be in command


[VERSE 2]
Wake up in a park, still it's after dark
Stumble on the glass from the drink I had last
Once again alone, lost another phone
No way to get home, something you'd disown
Used to be strong, although I don't belong
This'll be lifelong
Fuck I was drunk while writing this song
Very few can tell, I'm living in hell
Notice the smell but shrug it off as well
Stuck under a spell
The smell, the look, the taste, how it feels
To me it just appeals, causing me to skip meals
A bottle so colossal, came in, yep, jostled
Treat it like a fossil, causes me to topple
Can't get a beer? Watch my mood veer
Becoming so severe as my smile disappears
Watch me so distressed, hands on my face, pressed

[Chorus]
May have lost the battle, but I'm gonna win the war
One day soon I'll be chilling on tour
With a bottle in my hand, and another few, canned
But it won't be a demand, no I'll be in command

May have lost the battle, but I'm gonna win the war
One day soon I'll be chilling on tour
With a bottle in my hand, and another few, canned
But it won't be a demand, no I'll be in command

[VERSE 3]
Hungover as fuck, Hit me like a truck
Brain running a muck, I'm feeling real stuck
Think I'm gonna puke, think I've been rebuked
Think it's just a fluke that I haven't so soon
Grab another drink, although I can't think
Watch me as I sink, hear the bottle chink
As I knock it down, bottles on the ground
Oh, I love the sound of the bottles I surround
I don't know the date, and I can't see straight
Getting real late, with myself I'm in debate
Don't know where I am, what is this? A sham?
Think I have an exam, fuck school's scam
Talking to myself, what else should I sell
Just so I can dwell in my hell
With a bottle you can tell I'm unwell
Might as well, end it all hear me say farewell


[Chorus]
May have lost the battle, but I'm gonna win the war
One day soon I'll be chilling on tour
With a bottle in my hand, and another few, canned
But it won't be a demand, no I'll be in command

May have lost the battle, but I'm gonna win the war
One day soon I'll be chilling on tour
With a bottle in my hand, and another few, canned
But it won't be a demand, no I'll be in command