You bottle your heart, then you bottle your think
Til the only bottle you pour out, is the one that you drink
And you’re losing your patience. You’re losing your glow.
And the girl in the mirror is a face you don’t know.
A face full of shapes. Don’t fit together so tight.
Peculiar this puzzle; the pieces aren’t right.
So in lieu of recovery, discovery of facts
You bottle your lovely & drink to react.