We had a fight
My drunk neighbour and I
I am a bottle of whisky
Or should I say an empty bottle of whisky?
He took me from the counter
He looks rich
Uncorked my pride with a gold ring
Sitting in the middle of the bar there my problem started
The man sitting next to him called me *****
A brand of champagne he had with me
Should I generalize what he said?
Will other bottles feel offended?
Why make wine superior?
Beer is for the bothered
I help you stay off your wrecking mind
Safe from your own illusion
Why talk about me?
Angry, I spilled on his trouser
The bar man helped me win the battle
He cursed the little content in me
Drained my pride of liquor
He never failed to talk about his family
His abusive wife who beats his ***
Now it's time to go home
He threw me to the wall and I felt my body break
He won the war.