Bottles

Bottles

Pull this back to where it was

And see what you don't

There's hope in every

open door if you want it

 

Hey I think you'll be ok

I wanted to call

And tell you

But I felt ashamed

In the morning

The bottle was almost dry

And we lost you completely

To the other side

In hate and frustration

I said goodbye

But I don't mean that at all

Candour flickers in the dark

An honest remark

A moment when your flaws light up like a sonnet

Dream of something more sincere

Too late or too near

Your pupils when I tell the truth

So many ways to listen in

So many worlds where something else is happening

But love's a quiet knowing underneath

And it creeps in suddenly