In the bottle all alone
Swiping cross this fancy phone
May the next one she will be
All that i could ever want for the rest of me
For the rest of me
Is her laugh an offering
A melancholy yearning
How will I know that she's mine
All mine until the doubts start to redefine
Start to redefine
In the bottle all alone
Solicit out don't make me whole
A futile solitary scene
May it not be self deceiving for the rest of me
For the rest of me
For the rest of me
For the rest of me