Otis

This broken bottle is empty

And my throat is all but torn apart

From choking on my own teeth

And I won't sleep tonight at all

You sense the silence ending

But you would rather roam the dark

Searching for idle hands

But my dear that only starts a fever

All I wanted was to let you know

That only starts a fever

You're feeling down because I let you go

This ghost won't haunt me anymore from now on

And I just can't let go of this bottle

It keep me hanging on

By every sip you've gone and fed me tonight

This broken bottle is empty

And my hands are all but torn apart

From choking on these splinters

As I continue to write out verses

About the things you do that seem to get us nowhere

And the things you say in the waking of a crumbling day

Like when you tell me you don't miss me

There's nothing left in me but a bottle of whiskey

It's either one or the two

I've got eyes in my pocket

And a list of what I left you

And it's keeping my mind lit too

What better way to erase you

You're not suffering anymore so move on