Empty Bottles
Four empty bottles of beer
On a Wednesday night
I'm waging war with my fear
I think I'm losing the fight
The memory creeps up from behind
Like a horror film villain
I'm trying to get you out of my mind
But the villain won't let me kill him
Please don't tell me I'll get over it
Don't tell me everything's OK
Don't tell me time heals all wounds
'Cause these wounds, they're here to stay
Four empty bottles of beer
And it ain't even nine
My head is aching and I feel ashamed
But I think I'll open up the wine
Let's open up the wine
Let's open up the wine
Let's open up the wine
Let's open up the wine
Writer/s: Hatfield & Apartment 45
