Bottom of the Bottle

Take my time I try to unwind I drink myself blind I do it all the time Day by day I wish it all away You know it's not okay No matter what I say At the bottom of the bottle I harass myself, and I wonder if I'll ever be free Way down at the bottom I ask myself, How the hell I let it happen to me It's a pitiful sin The same old glass again I just throw one back and grin This one's for you my friend A hard day's work Works up a hell of a thirst It's like a goddamn curse I guess it could be worse At the bottom of the bottle I harass myself, and I wonder if I'll ever be free Way down at the bottom I ask myself, How the hell I let it happen to me At the bottom of the bottle I harass myself, and I wonder if I'll ever be free Way down at the bottom I ask myself, How the hell I let it happen to me No! I can never be free, I can never be free I can never be free, I can never be free I've come undone my head it twisting Out in the sun, it's gone down, my head is twisting I've come undone my head it twisting Out in the sun, it's gone down, my head is twisting I can never be free, I can never be free I can never be free, I can never be free