The Bottle

You want to be on your own With a drink and view of the sea But i'm tellin' you that's a Very lonely place to be You'll grow up and When you're 80 years old You'll come to realize that You weren't on your own 'Cause i can see the warning signs Tellin' me you're not okay But brother, i'd rather you talk to me 'Cause i love you when you're angry And i'll listen all the time Don't mind if you're bitter and twisted We'll patch it up, it will be fine Please, love, talk to me Open up your bottle I won't drain you like everyone's so good at doing I want to hear what happened Why i've found you this way Why you won't talk to me I'm sure that you've got things to say Things to say 'Cause i can see the warning signs Telling me you're not okay But brother, i'd rather you talk to me 'Cause i love you when you're angry And i'll listen all the time Don't mind if you're bitter and twisted We'll patch it up, it will be fine Once you've listed your troubles Two shoulders are better than one We can't stop something You don't tell me you don't need anyone So when you're 80 Would you have listened to all you've been told? Will you be toxifying? Identifying with those that are old? Will you be stuck in that same grim city? Stuck in the same place Still feeling sh-tty Still feeling sh-tty 'Cause i love you when you're angry And i'll listen all the time Don't mind if you're bitter and twisted We'll patch it up, it will be fine