Bottle In Front Of Me Songtext / Lyric

G-go

She's in the back and I can see what's in front of me
Did you ever make it up the stairs, oh I'm gonna eat this sack of mini-mints and sleep

A bottle in front of me is like a frontal lobotomy
One hard swig will alter my psychology

My morning talkin' misery is back on my head
It's another blurry morning and I'm feelin' pretty sore, wish I was dead

A bottle in front of me is like a frontal lobotomy
One hard swig will alter my psychology

Drowning all my sorrows and my chick
I wish I just knew what I picked

Last night

Last call for alcohol, it's the ending of the night
Bought me a case of Tylenol just to make me feel alright, right, right

Feel alright

Yeah baby you want to take me down to the store to buy another bottle
I said right that day

Bottle in front of me is like a frontal lobotomy
One hard swig will alter my mentality

Got a bottle in front of me
It's like a frontal lobotomy
Got a bottle in front of me
Like a frontal lobotomy