Bottle Full Of Gin

Got a bottle full of gin, wish that I was touring
She been moving in, ‘cause the whiskey that I’m pouring
We were never friends, there was something more and
Tripping over sins, with a girl till the morning

I want you
You want me
Pretty pink
I’m ugly
Next to you
I’m nothing
Let’s find out
If we’re something
I know it’s
Been coming
For a while
No love and
Usually I’d
Be running
Don’t know why
I’m trusting you
But here goes nothing
Yea, but here goes nothing

Got a bottle full of gin, wish that I was touring
She been moving in, ‘cause the whiskey that I’m pouring
We were never friends, there was something more and
Tripping over sins, with a girl till the morning

My tongue’s tied and my stomach’s in knots yea
A white lie and a broken heart yea
I still try to control my thoughts yea
I know that it’s been all my fault yea
A best friend, a sex friend, maybe
What’s next then?
I don’t know baby
I know that I’ve been so lost lately
I’m sorry for always driving you crazy
But here goes nothing
Yea, but here goes nothing

Got a bottle full of gin, wish that I was touring
She been moving in, ‘cause the whiskey that I’m pouring
We were never friends, there was something more and
Tripping over sins, with a girl till the morning