Bottle
Struggling with Shadows: Megan O'Neill's Bottled Confessions
Lyrics
I wish this wine was water
I desire that this wine I'm drinking was water.
Then I wouldn't feel so grim
To avoid feeling dismal, I wish the substance in my glass was different.
I've been sitting here for hours, thinking of moving away from him
After spending a long time contemplating, I'm considering distancing myself from someone.
I'll stop after the next hit, but I know, I know right now I can't go without it
Despite intending to quit after the next indulgence, I acknowledge my current inability to abstain.
I wish this glass was frozen, and shattered in my hands
I wish the glass I'm holding was frozen and would break in my hands.
I feel like I’m just floating, in and out of quicksand
Feeling ungrounded, as if moving in and out of quicksand.
I'll stop after the next hit, but I know, I know right now I can't go without it
Despite the intention to stop after the next instance, the current compulsion is undeniable.
I told myself that last night was the last time
Previously convinced that the last night's occurrence would be the final one.
I don’t need help, I just need a clear mind
Expressing the need for a clear mind rather than assistance.
Call me a cab, I’m going home
Requesting a cab to go home, outlining a plan, and seeking solitude.
I’ve got a plan, leave me alone
Asserting independence with a plan and a desire for isolation.
Oh oh oh. The bottle won’t let me go
Emphasizing the bottle's persistent hold, preventing detachment.
Call me a drunk, I don’t agree
Rejecting the label of being a drunk.
I’m just finding out, who I wanna be
Exploring and discovering personal identity.
Oh oh oh. The bottle won’t let me go
Reiterating the bottle's influence on preventing detachment.
Tell me how do I say no
Pleading for guidance on how to refuse or resist.
I wish this stool lay lower, so my feet could touch the ground
Expressing discomfort, wishing the stool was lower for groundedness.
I know I don’t belong here, amongst the strangers and the sounds
Feeling out of place among strangers and unfamiliar sounds.
I'll stop after the next hit, but I know, I know right now I can't go without it
Despite the intention to quit after the next instance, the current compulsion is undeniable.
I told myself that last night was the last time
Previously convinced that the last night's occurrence would be the final one.
I don’t need help, I just need a clear mind
Expressing the need for a clear mind rather than assistance.
Call me a cab, I’m going home
Requesting a cab to go home, outlining a plan, and seeking solitude.
I’ve got a plan, leave me alone
Asserting independence with a plan and a desire for isolation.
Oh oh oh. The bottle won’t let me go
Emphasizing the bottle's persistent hold, preventing detachment.
Call me a drunk, I don’t agree
Rejecting the label of being a drunk.
I’m just finding out, who I wanna be
Exploring and discovering personal identity.
Oh oh oh. The bottle won’t let me go
Reiterating the bottle's influence on preventing detachment.
Tell me how do I say no
Pleading for guidance on how to refuse or resist.
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