Before I could even count, you were drinking from that bottle.
Becoming stranger and stranger to me after each and every swallow.
One, Two, Three,
The time went on, and before I could count to ten you were already gone.
Four, Five, Six, Seven,
Before I knew it I was eleven. Still though nothing had changed, that bottle had always been around; it was really nothing strange.
Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven,
Thats all that she could take, she kicked you out the door; said she had made a mistake.
Twelve years was all it took.
To drive us all away.
But atleast you have your bottle, right?
To this very day.
