Confession

I call it a phase, I call it a phase
But bottoms of bottles are killing the pain
I call it a phase, I call it a phase
When no one's looking, I take in all I can
I kiss the bottle until I can't stand
And wake up grieving, and by noon I won't care
I'll count the minutes til' I'll start again
What have I become?
Have I come undone?
What fills the hollow?
Distills the venom I need
So hard to swallow
The fact I need to be free
I call it a phase, I call it a phase
But bottoms of bottles are killing the pain
I call it a phase, I call it a phase
One turns to twenty, and now I'm interesting
I'm in control, I'm not one for restraint
My compass spinning, hell bent on making mistakes
You cannot hurt when you cannot feel a thing
What have I become?
I have come undone
What fills the hollow?
Distills the venom I need
So hard to swallow
The fact I need to be free
What fills the hollow?
Distills the venom I need
I think it's killing me
The past has taught me I won't remember a thing
I'll trade a night cap for some apathy
And wake up grieving, and by noon I won't care
I count the minutes til' I start again
What have I become?
What fills the hollow?
Distills the venom I need
So hard to swallow
The fact I need to be free
What fills the hollow?
Distills the venom I need
So hard to swallow
The fact I need to be free