Sometimes I make choices. Sometimes they make me. Lonesome distance between here. And where you think I should be. Someday we may look back and laugh. At all that could've been. But tonight the bottle wins again. Broken hearts and broken dreams. Turns out they weigh the same. Passed down through generations. Like the family name. There's a gilded coat of arms. For those who heal from within. But tonight the bottle wins again. So meet me in an hour. We'll have just one or two. You pretend to listen. I'll act like I can hear you. I know you'll always be there. Ain't that a true friend. Tonight the bottle wins again