I'm looking for myself in an empty beer bottle. Why can't I see you.
Knock, knock,  do you exist at the bottom of this bitter drink. Do you.
I pour you out into this glass till you bubbled up the top,
More a less of a fizzing to be exact to the point and this strange Bar's plot.

Once in a time older than me, you used be the thing that killed the pain for just a short while,
Till the next morning came and that buzz was gone and I had to face another trial.
Hit the bottom of the bottle, spin it around. Truth or dare.
If the hangover was the being standing by the corner, 2 o'clock I'll meet you there.
Hands on the wheel to swerve on the speedy highway,
Try not to touch your quick death if you drinking too much like there's no other arrival of another day.

Drink it once, feels so nice.
Drink it twice, about to pay that costly price.
Third time I'm probably long too gone,
It was just a couple drinks with a few kicks. I never thought it do me more harm.

Knock, knock,  you still on this earth or we lost your mind to this empty bottle.
If you could hear your own voice, tell you it to put heavy foot on your brakes and not pump more gas in the drink.  That full throttle.