It's you and your world and I'm caught in the middle
I cut the edge of the knife and it hurts just a little
And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know that I can't be your friend
It's my head on my heart and I'm caught in the middle
My hands are tied, but not tied enough
You're the high that I can't give up
Oh lord here we go
I might hate myself tomorrow
But I'm on my way tonight
At the bottom of a bottle
You're the poison in the wine
I might hate myself tomorrow
But I'm on my way tonight
At the bottom of a bottle
You're the poison in the wine
(I might hate myself tomorrow)
(But I'm on my way tonight)
(At the bottom of a bottle)
(You're the poison in the wine)
(I might hate myself tomorrow)
(But I'm on my way tonight)
(At the bottom of a bottle)
(You're the poison in the wine)