Bottle

Struggling with Shadows: Megan O'Neill's Bottled Confessions
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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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