Dropless Bottle

Story: "A man who lost the love of his life to death, resulting in his living death."

 

[Verse 1]

We all make mistakes, take risks which come in many forms and shapes,

cause habitual use of blades, victual of food on their clement print plates.

Capture a mixture of anger and hate but cast by well placed laughter, and

dipped in extra coats of lacquer that dripped, shines as bright as his mind, but

slipped on every pavement he stepped. A troll taking tolls from under his bridge,

bill rolls unfold and sold by the liquor on his lips and no woman by his hip.

So he replenished with sips, betwixt his cesspit gut lied a crenellate of bricks.

Like a Twix, but missing a stick, he's not desperate, just unable to accept it,

so he rejects it and tries to forget, clenches regret close to his hollowed out chest.

 

[Chorus - SANG]

There's nothing he can do,

There's flooding due to who let the dam through.

Nobody knows the pain he holds,

nobody wants to look inside so he's all alone.

There's nothing he can do.

There's flooding due to who let the dam through.

Nobody knows the pain he holds,

nobody wants to look inside so he's all alone.

 

[Verse 2]

To replace what left, what belongs but doesn't do what it does best,

consulting to a "manual" for answers but doesn't get an answer.

Hence more laughter with a hint of an anchor, but it's not shoving,

there's something obstructing the motor that's tugging, no budging.

In a room filled with people he's hushed, spoke few words, brushed

along like dust but she caught a spec in her eye, managed to make a girl blush,

Her smile drew flush like a hand in poker, he felt alive, a rush, sober and closure.

His hungover clutched out of overdrive, he realized his mediocre life was touched.

Now it's all over....

 

[Chorus - SANG]

There's nothing he can do,

There's flooding due to who let the dam through.

Nobody knows the pain he holds,

nobody wants to look inside so he's all alone.

There's nothing he can do.

There's flooding due to who let the dam through.

Nobody knows the pain he holds,

nobody wants to look inside so he's all alone.

 

[Verse 3 - short]

New infatuation, attraction, didn't think it could or would ever happen,

he felt alone and deserted in a desert, thirsted, no water for miles,

lurking with no purpose, running out of time, while he closed the curtains,

abseiled to the bottom of this dropless bottle to it's surface and sat in the urges...