in the bottle all alone
swiping cross this fancy phone
may the next one she will be
all that i could ever want for the rest of me
for the rest of me
is her laugh an offering
a melancholy yearning
how will I know that she's mine
all mine until the doubts start to redefine
start to redefine
in the bottle all alone
solicit out don't make me whole
a futile solitary scene
may it not be self deceiving for the rest of me
for the rest of me
for the rest of me
for the rest of me