the bottle's my lover, she's just my friend - Field Medic

The bottle’s my lover, she’s just my friend

I’m thinking of drinking when we’re lying in bed

She tells me «Come over», i’m drinking instead

'Cause the bottle’s my lover, she’s just my friend

I can’t write myself out of this twilight

The words, they won’t come out

I’m buried alive

Try to recover, impossible to mend

So the bottle’s my doctor

And my prescription

Pop-gun cowboy run

With this symbol you were born

It’s carved into your arm

Now fade into the dawn

My spirit is half sure like the love I refuse

And i’m looking past her

So she’s cutting me loose

Can’t find any reason

Or cause to believe in

So the bottle’s my savior

Like it’s always been

Can’t find any reason

Or cause to believe in

So the bottle’s my savior

Like it’s always been

And the bottle’s my doctor

And my prescription

Yeah, the bottle’s my lover, she’s just my friend

Yeah, the bottle’s my lover, she’s just my friend