Left my soul in a bottle,
So I drink to feel,
To forget how I want you
To forget how I need,
Searching for freedom,
Searching for peace,
Tryin’ to find the pieces,
You took of me
Left without a word
In the dead of the night,
Left me wondering
How to make it right,
Questioning where I went wrong,
And in whose arms you’re in tonight;
But silence is the only answer I receive,
Silence is the killing thing
When the whisky’s all that warms me
And sorrows have drowned,
The wound still stings,
Gaping hole where love had lived;
So I drink to forget you,
To fill the empty spaces,
Spirit for spirit,
Empty vessels remain
©2016 – V. A. Coote