passing the bottle - Yesterday, Barrén

Bloody fingers

Soakin' up all over me

You can hold me accountable

For everything I won’t admit to be

If you won’t ask me

I won’t say a thing

I try not to live in the past

But it’s harder than it seems

Know that nothing will last

My heart can’t take

Another love that can’t pass

The tropes of my insanity

The hope that died inside of me

Jim bean whisky

Right next to these speakers

The more I do these drugs

The more I feel weaker

Jerry’s upstairs getting in a quick nap

I’ma chill in the basement

And write to this slap

Gotta do this shit quick

This projects 'bout done

Stop hitting us up

Just a bunch of fucking bums

Been peepin' the swag

Since day fucking one

Smoke a million cigarettes

To wreck my voice before I flop

No one will know who takes the fall

Passing the bottle back and fourth

Fuck, it’s my turn and I’ve had enough

Turn off my phone, tonight’s so rough

Pass it to me, I’m not quite done

I cannot begin to tell you

Every detail of my life

I’m still on the run

Catching up to my pace

It’s never my place

Say all behind my back

No ones in front of my face

Can’t take me anywhere

I never had really cared

Fuck you for never being there

I’m sorry if I always stare

I know I come off very weird

Been different since I shaved this beard

Been thought I was in the clear

But I couldn’t have been more wrong

Got to put it in this song

You say I’m the worst

But watch it get better

One of these days I won’t be so tethered

Our love moves with the weather

Find the right angle and

Pull on the trigger

Don’t hold back now

I’ll stand still right here

Will you put me down

Like the dog that I am

I don’t wanna pretend

I don’t wanna feel this way no more

I don’t wanna make friends

I don’t wanna pretend