You’re cutting me with that bottle
It’s carving me into pieces
Each one screaming
And bleeding
And pleading to be heard
Until the din deafens
And deadens and drowns me
And I cannot hear a word

You’re beating us with that bottle
Blow by little blow
Our love bludgeoned
And hounded
And pounded on
Till there’s nothing left to hold
Just stone, now sand
Now dust, now gone

You’re poisoning them with that bottle
One drop at a time
First trickling
Then pouring
Now flooding in their minds
Till they’re choking in it
Forced to hide themselves
In places love never finds

You’re killing you with that bottle
It’s just a matter of time
You’re running and crashing
And dashing all your hopes
And theirs and ours and mine
Till in the end
Just that damn bottle
Victory, of a kind

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