You won't find anyone else there You won't find your son Your career Your happiness or success.
There's only room for one person in a bottle
You won't find brilliance You won't find works of art And you won't find peace of mind more time, the future, or mend your broken heart
There's only room for one person in a bottle
You will not find who you are or who you're meant to be You won't find answers to the questions that you seek and you won't find a best friend that you can keep
There's only room for one person in a bottle
You won't find a lover or passion You won't make a name for yourself You won't find peaceful rest or imagination
There's only room for one person in a bottle
You won't find respect or love You won't find money or guidance You will only find loss, loneliness, numbness and regret And you won't find me or what we could be Because there's no room you see
I wrote this some time ago it was actually my first poem in years. It was to express my opinion on a sensitive matter to someone I really cared about. It opened my eyes too because sometimes you just gotta take the bad with the good.