I made my choice and cried the truth
I asked for you to grow with me
But you dropped that anchor on my tongue
So I built an arsenal to destroy cold brick

Now we sit in the aftermath
Stagnant in the chill of resent
And we both know that guilt creeps behind me
Sorry, but at least with an empty bottle

What other choice did I have?
I could have forced the stopper back in
And drown my voice under deep pressure
Until it tears through the fragile cork with even more fury

No, my bottle is empty
Sad, but empty
It's easier now to numb myself
Until the pond of truth seeps back in