Tell It to the Bottle (feat. Crucifix)

Put the nozzle up, push the throttle down Pick the bottle up while drivin' slowly through this town All these demons in my head got me feelin' brain-dead Need to find a bed, lay down to let my mind tread Always livin' in a dream 'cause this old life is too hard I know this isn't healthy, but this bourbon heals my scars Or maybe it's a cover-up, and a blanket for this cold soul Livin' in reality like life without parole I don't wanna keep livin' like this 'Cause I can't taste reality, so I just reminisce about the good times I'm sittin' countin' memories in a motel Watchin' the time just slip away Tryna drink away my reality (shots, shots, shots) Tell my troubles to the bottle 'cause it don't tell But it ain't got too much to say So I'm stuck right here in my reality Tryna tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle) Oh, man, I tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle) I tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle) Oh, man, I tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle) Get back up, load my truck Face my fears, get out of this muck Everybody's got them problems gotta fight 'em, so you don't get stuck I don't need to drown, fuckin' clown put the bottle down Bourbon brown, leave this town Time to turn my life around Pull away from that light, I just wanna feel alive Man, it just feels so right like the stars have aligned It ain't easy as one, two, three Can't you see this ain't a dream? I just wanna be free It's all on me I'm sittin countin' memories in a motel Watchin' the time just slip away Tryna drink away my reality (shots, shots, shots) Tell my troubles to the bottle 'cause it don't tell But it ain't got too much to say So I'm stuck right here in my reality Tryna tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle) Oh, man, I tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle) I tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle) Oh, man, I tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle) Somewhere 'tween the floor and the ceiling fan Is a world tipped upside down Spinnin' in the cigarette smoke Somewhere 'tween the old and the better man Is a heart turned inside out Achin' for the pain to go I'm countin' memories And wash 'em all away, one shot at a time Eh-eh I'm sittin countin' memories in a motel Watchin' the time just slip away Tryna drink away my reality (shots, shots, shots) Tell my troubles to the bottle 'cause it don't tell But it ain't got too much to say So I'm stuck right here in my reality Tryna tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle) Oh, man, I tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle) I tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle) Oh, man, I tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle) Ahh, I just feel like, uhm Somewhere between the ceiling fan and the floor Drinkin' down that old bourbon brown Talkin' to the bottle