BOTTLES UNDER MY BED

(D. Sacke, T. Jyhlä)

Produced by Life and Death

Mixed by Kasland

Mastered by Kasland

Published by Room 28 Publishing (BMI)

[Verse 1]

This right here is a story about a little boy at home

With his mom and grandparents, but no father, he was gone

And an uncle out of state that he would talk to on the phone

Got so excited when he'd visit, you could hear it in his tone

And then he moved in with the family, the boy's smile was even bigger

He would go to school excited then he couldn't get home quicker

’Til one day he heard him yelling and his voice was getting thicker

See his uncle had a problem, it was liquor

Had no clue his uncle's drunk while he was buckled in the van

Went from feeling safe with him to scared and running from the man

His family saw he was afraid, but tell him nothing was the plan

All because the little boy was just too young to understand

He was a hero in his eyes, but a monster when disguised

See, he didn't know the problem, he was lost up in the lies

Found some bottles in the closet so he tossed them, he despised

His uncle screaming through the house, he's playing possum as he cries

 

[Chorus]

Emotions bottled up like the liquor in the cabinet

Loved ones let their lives slip away, don't even try to grab it

Yet the people who surround it, we're effected by the habit

Watch the ones we love and care for let the alcohol entrap them

And then change their personalities, start treating people different

Never thought a simple bottle could have so much evil in it

Trying to keep up with the truth, but it's running ahead

I keep the pain and fear inside the bottles under my bed

 

[Verse 2]

Wait, stay quiet, ok, he's gone

Shaking full of fear as he'd go running to his mom

Put his hands over his ears, don't want to know what's going on

Cheeks were drenched with all his tears, the fights would always last so long

Looked his uncle in the eyes as he would talk all distorted

He would leave the house, that night there would be a knock at the door and

He was taken to get his uncle at three o'clock in the morning

Just to see he got locked up, this needs to stop, it's important

Cause he cared about his uncle, didn't want to see him like this

So he searched and stole the bottles and he knew that he just might piss

Off his uncle more, but he would fight as long as he could fight this

Alcoholism is more than an addiction, it's a virus

That would tear his family down until it would no longer be

With all the fighting and the yelling I'm sure you would all agree

That little boy was hurt and scared, that's what his uncle failed to see

And I know this for a fact cause that little boy was me

 

[Chorus]

Emotions bottled up like the liquor in the cabinet

Loved ones let their lives slip away, don't even try to grab it

Yet the people who surround it, we're effected by the habit

Watch the ones we love and care for let the alcohol entrap them

And then change their personalities, start treating people different

Never thought a simple bottle could have so much evil in it

Trying to keep up with the truth, but it's running ahead

I keep the pain and fear inside the bottles under my bed

 

[Chorus]

Emotions bottled up like the liquor in the cabinet

Loved ones let their lives slip away, don't even try to grab it

Yet the people who surround it, we're effected by the habit

Watch the ones we love and care for let the alcohol entrap them

And then change their personalities, start treating people different

Never thought a simple bottle could have so much evil in it

Trying to keep up with the truth, but it's running ahead

I keep the pain and fear inside the bottles under my bed

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