Through the Bottle
It just doesn't make sense
I thought it'd be over by now
I'll go through the bottle
And I won't come out
Who can fault you for coming down on me?
Who can fault
I am not as smart as I thought I was
I am not a man who I think I'd trust
Who can fault you for coming down on me?
Who can fault you?
Who can fault you for coming down on me?
Who can fault
Writer/s: A Felon Affair
