does a bottle's rimncaress your lipsnthe way I used to?nis it awake all nightnto speak you despitenthe day coming soon?nand does it sing to younbefore you fall asleepnto dream of lifenwhere you mustn't drink a bottlento feel like what's around you is real?nnand does your boyfriend thinknthat you only drinknto feel some comfort?nand will he ever knownthat you once beforenwere happy as you were?nand at the bottom of this bottlenlies regretnconsuming younand it wants what you can't give itnwhen I just want forgivenessnlike younnand are your parents proudnof how your life turned outnis it everything they dreamed?nand do your friends supplynthe endless liesnto make you feel redeemed?nand will they be patient enoughnto watch you slipnand crash into a seanthat swallows any swimmernwho dares enough to enter?nthey won'tnnyou choose to dreamnwhen you could have anythingnbut menand the pastnin the palmsnof your handsnnand do you think I carenafter what we've shared?nI'm not sure if I donit's your mistake to makenbut I refuse to staynand watch your life slip throughnthe middlenof your fingers just like sandnthat scatters with the windninto every directionntake comfort in your destructionnwithout me