5 o’clock somewhere

Heavily stoned once again

Your cheap criteria set in

With your broken vows and spirit

All your beliefs- now fiction

All your facts are lies

All your lies – fate

The pain of a broken heart

Your painting of shattered dreams

Denial – of all hopeful thoughts

The monsters you create

Your dependent warped ways

Although your sorrow – flutters drowning for help

You're drowning in the sea of hopelessness (again.)

Your happiness slowly dying of starvation

While clenched to your so-called salvation.

(The Bottle)