Set to the impossible task
Of being yourself
When you have been taught
To have a heart full of mirrors

The only time you wanted me
Was when you had tipped back so many bottles
You couldn't tell the difference between their lips and mine

I still have that bottle of Jack you never finished
(Don't worry, I finished it for you)
And that empty bottle of beer you left by my bedside the night you took one of the last firsts that I had
And now that you've left
I'm starting to see similarities between myself and the bottles
Empty
Maybe I keep them around for like minded company
Empty

Or maybe I keep them around to remind me of your heart