Tell It to the Bottle (feat. Crucifix)

Put the nozzle up, push the throttle down

Kick the bottle up while driving slowly through this town

All these demons in my head got me feeling brain dead

Need to find a bed, lay down and let my mind shred

Always living in a drink 'cause this here life is too hard

I know this isn't healthy but this bourbon heals my scars

Or maybe it's a cover up, like a blanket for this cold soul

Living in reality like life without parole

I don't wanna keep living like this

I can't fix reality so I just reminisce about

The good times

I'm sitting, counting memories in a motel

Watching the time just slip away

I'm tryna drink away my reality

Tell my troubles to the bottle 'cause it don't tell

But it ain't got too much to say

And so I'm stuck right here, in my reality

Tryna tell it to the bottle

Oh man, I tell it to the bottle

I tell it to the bottle

Oh man, I tell it to the bottle

Get back up, load my truck

Face my fears, get out of this muck

Everybody's got them problems, gotta fight 'em

So you don't get stuck

I don't need to drown, fucking clown, put the bottle down

Bourbon brown, leave this town, time to turn my life around

Pull away from there, like I just wanna feel alive

Man, it just feels so right, like the stars have aligned

It ain't easy as one, two, three

Can't you see this ain't a dream

I just wanna be free

It's all on me

I'm sitting, counting memories in a motel

Watching the time just slip away

I'm tryna drink away my reality

Tell my troubles to the bottle 'cause it don't tell

But it ain't got too much to say

And so I'm stuck right here, in my reality

Tryna tell it to the bottle

Oh man, I tell it to the bottle

I tell it to the bottle

Oh man, I tell it to the bottle

Somewhere between the floor and the ceiling fan

It's a world tipped upside down

Spinning in the cigarette smoke

Somewhere between the old and the better man

Is a heart turned inside out

Aching for the things that's gone

I'm counting memories and wash 'em all away

One shot at a time

I'm sitting, counting memories in a motel

Watching the time just slip away

I'm tryna drink away my reality

Tell my troubles to the bottle 'cause it don't tell

But it ain't got too much to say

And so I'm stuck right here, in my reality

Tryna tell it to the bottle

Oh man, I tell it to the bottle

I tell it to the bottle

Oh man, I tell it to the bottle

I just feel like I'm somewhere between the ceiling fan and the floor

Drinking down that old bourbon brown

Talking to the bottle