I woke up this morning a rock in my head Last night I thought I'd be better off dead But the bottle Held my hand Failure my old broken record I step These Scattered memories explode in my head But the bottle Held my hand Will you need me tomorrow Can you please stand in my place? Will they need me tomorrow If this bottle, I can't replace The freight train is leaving tomorrow and if I depart The clocks will keep ticking, the sunrise still light up the dark Another broken bottle another empty chair The reckless abandon that's taken me there But my bottle, held my hand My bottle, understands I woke up this morning a shroud and a song Last night I dreamt I was already gone But the bottle The bottle, held my hand