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From the taste of things, it must have been Marlboro Reds
From the shape I'm in, I must have barely made it to the bed
That wasn't a good time, poured over ice and sip it slow
For the bottle tells me so
If I can find my phone, I bet I need to apologize
The only problem is I can't remember to who or why
And whatever day it is is gonna be a long one, I know
For the bottle tells me so
One of us is gonna break one of these days
If this ain't bottom, it's as far down as I ever wanna go
The party's over, and as always, I'm the last one to know
For the bottle tells me so
I tried countin' rounds, I tried cuttin' back
I tried changin' kinds so many times that I lost track
And all this need to, want to, going to is gettin' old
For the bottle tells me so
One of us is gonna break one of these days
If this ain't bottom, it's as far down as I ever wanna go
The party's over, and as always, I'm the last one to know
For the bottle tells me so
And neither one of us got this empty on our own
For the bottle tells me so
The bottle tells me so