Open the bottle and slam the door in the face of hope.
Every time I lose myself, I take this knife of a pen
and scratch my thoughts on the walls,
but you, you drown your mind at the thought of losing your broken path
you're losing yourself to the bottle
and I won't change you; just hope my tears make you want to change.
We'll trip and stumble along the way, leaving broken glass in our wake
and the memories of a shattered past that I don't blame you for.
You're lost again, never ti find your way back home, back to me
so now I won't be there to stop the scars on your wrists from accumulating.
I didn't give you this brittle heart not worth breaking,
but my trust, and my help.
Like I knew what was best for you,
and I'd rather feel the pain of your death
than my loneliness that would come with it,
so take this as goodbye, leaivng my life to ruin yours