Tell It To The Bottle

[Verse 1: Outlaw]
Put the nozzle up, push the throttle down
Pick the bottle up while drivin' slowly through this town
All these demons in my head got me feelin' brain dead
Need to find a bed lay down to let my mind tread
Always livin' in a dream 'cause this old life is too hard
I know this isn't healthy but this bourbon heals my scars
Or maybe it's a cover up and a blanket for this cold soul
Livin' in reality like life without parole
I don't wanna keep livin' like this
'Cause I can't taste reality so I just reminisce about the good times

[Chorus: Crucifix]
I'm sittin' countin' memories in a motel
Watchin' the time just slip away
Tryna drink away my reality (Shots, shots, shots)
Tell my troubles to the bottle 'cause it don't tell
But it ain't got too much to say
So I'm stuck right here in my reality
Tryna tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)
Oh man I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)
I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)
Oh man I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)

[Verse 2: Outlaw]
Get back up, load my truck
Face my fears get out of this muck
Everybody's got them problems gotta fight 'em so you don't get stuck
I don't need to drown, fuckin' clown put the bottle down
Bourbon brown, leave this town
Time to turn my life around
Pull away from that light I just wanna feel alive
Man it just feels so right like the stars have aligned
It ain't easy as one, two, three
Can't you see this ain't a dream
I just wanna be free
It's all on me

[Chorus: Crucifix]
I'm sittin countin' memories in a motel
Watchin' the time just slip away
Tryna drink away my reality (Shots, shots, shots)
Tell my troubles to the bottle 'cause it don't tell
But it ain't got too much to say
So I'm stuck right here in my reality
Tryna tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)
Oh man I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)
I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)
Oh man I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)

[Verse 3: Crucifix]
Somewhere 'tween the floor and the ceiling fan
Is a world tipped upside down
Spinnin' in the cigarette smoke
Somewhere 'tween the old and the better man
Is a heart turned inside out
Achin' for the pain to go
I'm countin' memories
And wash 'em all away one shot at a time
Eh-eh

[Chorus: Crucifix]
I'm sittin countin' memories in a motel
Watchin' the time just slip away
Tryna drink away my reality (Shots, shots, shots)
Tell my troubles to the bottle 'cause it don't tell
But it ain't got too much to say
So I'm stuck right here in my reality
Tryna tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)
Oh man I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)
I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)
Oh man I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)

[Outro: Spoken]
Ahh, I just feel like, um
Somewhere between the ceiling fan and the floor
Drinkin' down that old bourbon brown
Talkin' to the bottle