Me and the bottle have been thinking of you again
Wondering where you are, and asking how you’ve been
Sometimes I can fight it
And a sober mind denies it
But I don’t myself calling you again
I hear three rings, and then
If you’re calling me
To tell me how you feel
It’s not that I don’t care. I’m just not going there again
I’ve been there and done that
I’m not coming back
Just put that bottle and those feelings on a shelf
Keep it to yourself
Her and the bottle have been thinking of me again
She calls me up just one more time and asks me how I've been
This time I can fight it and my sober mind denies it
The call's over just as quick as it began.
But my phone rings again.
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