I Have This Bottle
Well I don't have your body
No longer do I hear your voice
I have this bottle
I have your picture
But I don't have you
I don't have your kisses
But I still feel them just the same
I don't have blonde hairs on my pillow
And my bed has never been so cruel
I have this bottle
I have this picture
But I don't have you
I don't come home to big green eyes
To something dirty or something sweet
I don't have a home
I don't have a clue
I have this bottle
I have this picture
I have this bottle
Autor(es): Christopher Andrews
