The Bottle

They said you were a loser when I met you
Never stayed with anyone for very long
They said I’d never hold you
And I guess they knew
There’d be something else
Beside you off and on

I love you
For our four-year-old was such a gift
And two little arms around your neck so tight
But a poor half glass of whiskey gave a better lift
And the bottle by your pillow made your night

I thought that I could make a better man of you
But changes just don’t happen overnight
You asked of us so many things we couldn’t do
And you just never let that bottle out of sight

There’s not a thing on earth
That we can do to make you stay
But I know every time we touched the bottle
You hear my voice
But see her face every single time
Every time you opened up the bottle

You hear my voice
And see her face every single time
Every time you opened up the bottle
The bottle