Every Bitter Drop - The Posies

Behind, beneath, below a certain

Level of intoxication

Hidden like a joyful bundle

Prisoner of inebriation

If you had the chance

Would you realize

That every bitter drop

Is clouding up your eyes

And it’s clouding up your eyes

The motive come of sympathy

And portrait from the empathetic

More than just a head is aching

Now you are apologetic

Wouldn’t have the need to doubt you

If your trappings weren’t synthetic

And if you had the chance

Would you realize

That every bitter drop

Is clouding up your eyes

And if you stop to think

Would you be surprised

That it’s clouding up your eyes

And it’s raining from your skies

You’ll have to be the one

To let you know

What you already know

You’ll have to be the one

To let you know

To let you know

Don’t pretend the scapegoat’s heavy

I see little stacked against you

Don’t invent another venom

Self infliction will prevent you

By the time you get this message

Some poor notion might expect you

If you had the chance

Would you realize

That every bitter drop

Is clouding up your eyes

And if you stop to think

Would you be surprised

That every bitter drop

Is clouding up your eyes

And it’s raining from your skies

It’s clouding up your eyes

And it’s draining your supplies