Bottle It Up Songtext
von Hundredth
Bottle It Up Songtext
I′m not swimmin' in the money
But at least I′m sleepin' every night
Why does life get so boring?
And does it ever start to feel right?
Am I too proud to say I'm sorry?
My empathy hides in disguise
So sometimes I just force a smile
So I can escape
I can get out instead of try
So I′ll just bottle it up
Save it for a night on the weekend
When I can′t get enough
Cut the flowers down to the stems
We can spiral all the way down
Then pull each other back to life
So I'll just bottle it up
Save it for a night on the weekend
But I kinda like it in a low-key
Siamese arms in a fight
We only know where the beat is
When, we tap our feet on time
Don′t expect that you'll find it
Ever again if you stop
They say it′s all about the rhythm
But, I'm everywhere that it′s not
So I'll just bottle it up
Save it for a night on the weekend
When I can't get enough
Cut the flowers down to the stems
We can spiral all the way down
Then pull each other back to life
So I′ll just bottle it up
Save it for a night on the weekend
So I′ll just bottle it up
Save it for a night on the weekend
When I can't get enough
Cut the flowers down to the stems
We can spiral all the way down
Then pull each other back to life
So I′ll just bottle it up
Save it for a night on the weekend
But at least I′m sleepin' every night
Why does life get so boring?
And does it ever start to feel right?
Am I too proud to say I'm sorry?
My empathy hides in disguise
So sometimes I just force a smile
So I can escape
I can get out instead of try
So I′ll just bottle it up
Save it for a night on the weekend
When I can′t get enough
Cut the flowers down to the stems
We can spiral all the way down
Then pull each other back to life
So I'll just bottle it up
Save it for a night on the weekend
But I kinda like it in a low-key
Siamese arms in a fight
We only know where the beat is
When, we tap our feet on time
Don′t expect that you'll find it
Ever again if you stop
They say it′s all about the rhythm
But, I'm everywhere that it′s not
So I'll just bottle it up
Save it for a night on the weekend
When I can't get enough
Cut the flowers down to the stems
We can spiral all the way down
Then pull each other back to life
So I′ll just bottle it up
Save it for a night on the weekend
So I′ll just bottle it up
Save it for a night on the weekend
When I can't get enough
Cut the flowers down to the stems
We can spiral all the way down
Then pull each other back to life
So I′ll just bottle it up
Save it for a night on the weekend
Writer(s): Chadwick Johnson, Samuel Pura Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com