Bottle

BOTTLE

Shoot me at the dawn

Through the bottle

Metaphoric word to prouve my love

So many times we had this huge battle

To see who’s gonna win until the night comes I can stop this game whenever I want

I’m only waiting for the next stop

It should be Friday Saturday Sunday

I gave my soul Give it back to me I gave my blood Give it back to me

Back to life like every fucking Monday I would sell my soul to get there again Why paradise is always a mirage? Onces you taste it you’re stuck in it

I always tell myself to let it go Until this poison just let me know Let me know when we can meet again Let me know I’m free as a lion

I gave my soul

Give it back to me

I gave my blood

Give it back to me

One million persons living in the same brain Swinging in nights and days Playing with sensations