A Small Victory - Otis

This broken bottle is empty and my throat is all but torn apart

from choking on my own teeth and i won't sleep tonight at all

you sense the silence ending but you would rather roam the dark

search for idle hands but my dear, that only starts a fever



all i wanted was to let you know,

that only starts a fever.

you're feeling down because i let you go

this ghost won't haunt me anymore from now on

and i just can't let go of this bottle,

it keeps me hanging on by every sip you've gone and fed me tonight



this broken bottle is empty and my hands are all but torn apart

from choking on these splinters as i continue to write out verses

about the things you do that seem to get us nowhere

and the things you say in the waking of a crumbling day



like when you tell me you don't miss me

there's nothing in me but a bottle of whiskey

and it's keeping my tounge wet too

it's either one or the two

i've got my keys in my pocket and a list of what i left you

and it's keeping my mind lit too

what better way to erase you? [2x]



you're not suffering anymore so move on



this ghost won't haunt me anymore from now on

and i just can't let go of this bottle,

it keeps me hanging on by every sip you've gone and fed me tonight