Kiss the Bottle Songtext
von Foo Fighters
Kiss the Bottle Songtext
It gets loneliest at night
Down at the liquor store
Beneath the neon sky, my moonlight
Six a.m., the floor comes alive with lice
The pan′s dried up so tight
With hardened beans, we're hungry
So I lean on you sometimes
Just to see you′re still there
Your feet can't take the weight of one
Much less two, we hit concrete
How were we born into this mess?
I know I painted you a prettier picture, baby
We were run out on a rail
Fell from the wagon to the night train
I kissed the bottle
I should've been kissing you
You wake up to an empty night
With tears for two
Cigarettes they fill the gaps
In our empty days, in our broken teeth
We′re jonesing
Say mister, can you spare a dime?
Some change could make a change
Could buy some time, some freedom
Or an ear to hear my story
It′s all I've got, my fiction
Beats the hell out of my truth
A palm upturned burnt blue
Don′t call it sunburn
You've been shaking on the job
Just one drink ahead of your past
There′s a white light coming up
You draw the blinds hoping it'll pass
I kissed the bottle
I should′ve been kissing you
You wake up to an empty night
With tears for two
I kissed the bottle
I should've been kissing you
You wake up to an empty night
With tears for two
With tears for two
Down at the liquor store
Beneath the neon sky, my moonlight
Six a.m., the floor comes alive with lice
The pan′s dried up so tight
With hardened beans, we're hungry
So I lean on you sometimes
Just to see you′re still there
Your feet can't take the weight of one
Much less two, we hit concrete
How were we born into this mess?
I know I painted you a prettier picture, baby
We were run out on a rail
Fell from the wagon to the night train
I kissed the bottle
I should've been kissing you
You wake up to an empty night
With tears for two
Cigarettes they fill the gaps
In our empty days, in our broken teeth
We′re jonesing
Say mister, can you spare a dime?
Some change could make a change
Could buy some time, some freedom
Or an ear to hear my story
It′s all I've got, my fiction
Beats the hell out of my truth
A palm upturned burnt blue
Don′t call it sunburn
You've been shaking on the job
Just one drink ahead of your past
There′s a white light coming up
You draw the blinds hoping it'll pass
I kissed the bottle
I should′ve been kissing you
You wake up to an empty night
With tears for two
I kissed the bottle
I should've been kissing you
You wake up to an empty night
With tears for two
With tears for two
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