Futile Bottle.

John Rohner


I'm drunk     (I'm walking)
I'm sick      (I'm tired)
I'm lonely    (I'm drinking)

My best friend       (the bottle)
Told me-I'm in love  (oh, shit)
with the one         (the same one)
who told me          (rejected me)
"you're screwed"     (I'm screwed)

(the bottle rises)          I'm in love
(the bottle pulls back)     I'm in love
(the bottle is hurled)      I'm in love
(against the wall)          I'm screwed
(the bottle shatters)      (and I walk on glass)

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