Tell It to the Bottle - outlaw, Crucifix

Put the nozzle up, push the throttle down

Pick the bottle up while drivin' slowly through this town

All these demons in my head got me feelin' brain dead

Need to find a bed lay down to let my mind tread

Always livin' in a dream 'cause this old life is too hard

I know this isn’t healthy but this bourbon heals my scars

Or maybe it’s a cover up and a blanket for this cold soul

Livin' in reality like life without parole

I don’t wanna keep livin' like this

'Cause I can’t taste reality so I just reminisce about the good times

I’m sittin' countin' memories in a motel

Watchin' the time just slip away

Tryna drink away my reality (Shots, shots, shots)

Tell my troubles to the bottle 'cause it don’t tell

But it ain’t got too much to say

So I’m stuck right here in my reality

Tryna tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)

Oh man I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)

I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)

Oh man I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)

Get back up, load my truck

Face my fears get out of this muck

Everybody’s got them problems gotta fight 'em so you don’t get stuck

I don’t need to drown, fuckin' clown put the bottle down

Bourbon brown, leave this town

Time to turn my life around

Pull away from that light I just wanna feel alive

Man it just feels so right like the stars have aligned

It ain’t easy as one, two, three

Can’t you see this ain’t a dream

I just wanna be free

It’s all on me

I’m sittin countin' memories in a motel

Watchin' the time just slip away

Tryna drink away my reality (Shots, shots, shots)

Tell my troubles to the bottle 'cause it don’t tell

But it ain’t got too much to say

So I’m stuck right here in my reality

Tryna tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)

Oh man I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)

I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)

Oh man I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)

Somewhere 'tween the floor and the ceiling fan

Is a world tipped upside down

Spinnin' in the cigarette smoke

Somewhere 'tween the old and the better man

Is a heart turned inside out

Achin' for the pain to go

I’m countin' memories

And wash 'em all away one shot at a time

Eh-eh

I’m sittin countin' memories in a motel

Watchin' the time just slip away

Tryna drink away my reality (Shots, shots, shots)

Tell my troubles to the bottle 'cause it don’t tell

But it ain’t got too much to say

So I’m stuck right here in my reality

Tryna tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)

Oh man I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)

I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)

Oh man I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)

Ahh, I just feel like, um

Somewhere between the ceiling fan and the floor

Drinkin' down that old bourbon brown

Talkin' to the bottle