I wouldn't try to fit you in a bottle
I've tried to get rid of you
in my bottle
Every last drop you helped swallow
and for every one to follow
out of my bottle
Sweet mescaline soaked in ivory
how now who got lost smiling
Tasted like it came
from my bottle
and the irony that pored into a puddle of "why?"
I don't even like to drink.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
I wouldn't try to fit you in a bottle
I've tried to get rid of you
in my bottle
Every last drop you helped swallow
and for every one to follow
out of my bottle
Sweet mescaline soaked in ivory
how now who got lost smiling
Tasted like it came
from my bottle
and the irony that pored into a puddle of "why?"
I don't even like to drink.
who knew what evil was in that bottle
