Bottle of Bliss

This bottle of whiskey

Is one hour old

Three quarters empty

And numbin' my soul

On my way to oblivion

And damn near to bliss

This bottle of whiskey

Forget my regrets

I can't pinpoint

The exact point

That it all went wrong

Things were said and

Done that can't be

Easily come back from

We weren't suppose to

Turn out like

Strangers all alone

I think bliss is a myth

Ya know what?

Fuck happiness

This bottle of whiskey

Is one hour old

Three quarters empty

And numbin' my soul

On my way to oblivion

And damn near to bliss

This bottle of whiskey

Forget my regrets

I try to forget

All of my regrets

They haunt me

Day and night

My heart wasn't free

My love came with strings

I made you earn everything

I could run from the pain

Start again never change

Or surrender to the flames

I know bliss is a myth

You know what?

You have to die to yourself

This bottle of whiskey

Is one hour old

Three quarters empty

And numbin' my soul

On my way to oblivion

And damn near to bliss

This bottle of whiskey

Forget my regrets

Bottle of bliss

Bottle of regrets

Bottle of bliss

Bottle of regrets

Bottle of bliss

Bottle of regrets

Bottle of bliss

Bottle of regrets

This bottle of whiskey

Is one hour old

Three quarters empty

And numbin' my soul

On my way to oblivion

And damn near to bliss

This bottle of whiskey