From the Bottle to the Bottom
Falling from Grace: A Tale of Lost Love and Lonely Redemption
Lyrics
You ask me if I'm happy now
You inquire about my current happiness
That's good as any joke I've heard
This question is comparable to a humorous statement
It seems that since I've seen you last
Since our last meeting, I've forgotten the essence of happiness
I done forgot the meaning of the words
I've lost sight of the meaning of happiness
If happiness is empty rooms
If happiness equates to emptiness and drinking in solitude
And drinkin' in the afternoon
If finding contentment involves drinking in the afternoon
Well I suppose I'm happy as a clam
Then, I might be as happy as a clam
But if it's got a thing to do
However, if it involves forgetting about you or smiling in disregard of you
With smilin' of forgettin' you
I doubt I could claim to be happy
Well I don't guess that I could say I am
I might not be able to affirm that I am
Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone
Have you witnessed someone in despair waking up alone?
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew
Someone without even a blanket to shield them from the morning dew?
When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper
When moisture from the grass has saturated the makeshift insides of their shoes
He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through
To prevent the ground from seeping through
And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants
They feel their future is as desolate as their empty pockets
Because he's never seen a single dream come true
Because none of their aspirations have materialized
That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling
That's akin to the way I've felt since my downfall began
From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
I've descended from drinking to the bottom of despair, step by step
Learnin' hard to live with losin' you
Learning to cope with the anguish of losing you
You wonder if I'm better off
You question if I'm in a better state now
With freedom now to do the things I choose
With the freedom to pursue my desires
With all my times my own and
Having all my time to myself but only sleep to waste
I got nothin' left but sleepin' time to lose
No one to hold me accountable
There's no one here to carry on
If I choose to spend the entire night away
If I stay out the whole night long
Or care if I don't make a call
or give a tankerous damn if I don't call
I'm living as I wished, doing what pleases me
I'm livin' like I wanted to
Nothing holds significance for me anymore
And doin' things I want to do
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And nothin' means a thing to me at all
Similar to the previous verses depicting despair
Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone
Repetition of the earlier depiction of desolation and hopelessness
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew
-When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper
-He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through
-And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants
-Because he's never seen a single dream come true
-That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling
-Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone
Continued repetition of the analogy between the singer's feelings and the down and outer's despair
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew
-When the water from the weeds soaked the paper
-He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through
-And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants
-Because he's never seen a single dream come true
-That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling
Reiteration of ongoing feelings since the decline began
From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
Summarization of the singer's descent into despair and the struggle to cope with the loss of the person addressed in the song
Learnin' hard to live with losin' you
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