Cold Dust Girl

I was a bottle, you were my wine
venturing into my system, slipping down my throat
you heated every limb and what was numb before
began wriggling with life but now you're gone
and all i have left is wine

I was a bottle, you were my vodka
you burned my throat, as your taste left my lips
as you faded away, i felt a sharp sting
I woke up with a throb that erased what you were to me
and all i have left is vodka

I was bottle, you were my whiskey
that tasted like goodbye on a cold, lonely night
the bitter taste stayed until my face hit the floor
spinning around, I talked myself to sleep
and all I have left is whiskey

I was bottle, you tipped me over
anticipating the mess, you'd clean up in the end
not knowing if my shards could hurt you in return
you ran out of liquor, you couldn't fill me up anymore
and all you have left is a broken bottle