Tell It to the Bottle (feat. Crucifix)

Put the nozzle up, push the throttle down
 Pick the bottle up while drivin' slowly through this town
 All these demons in my head got me feelin' brain-dead
 Need to find a bed, lay down to let my mind tread
 Always livin' in a dream 'cause this old life is too hard
 I know this isn't healthy, but this bourbon heals my scars
 Or maybe it's a cover-up, and a blanket for this cold soul
 Livin' in reality like life without parole
 I don't wanna keep livin' like this
 'Cause I can't taste reality, so I just reminisce about the good times
 I'm sittin' countin' memories in a motel
 Watchin' the time just slip away
 Tryna drink away my reality (shots, shots, shots)
 Tell my troubles to the bottle 'cause it don't tell
 But it ain't got too much to say
 So I'm stuck right here in my reality
 Tryna tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle)
 Oh, man, I tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle)
 I tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle)
 Oh, man, I tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle)
 Get back up, load my truck
 Face my fears, get out of this muck
 Everybody's got them problems gotta fight 'em, so you don't get stuck
 I don't need to drown, fuckin' clown put the bottle down
 Bourbon brown, leave this town
 Time to turn my life around
 Pull away from that light, I just wanna feel alive
 Man, it just feels so right like the stars have aligned
 It ain't easy as one, two, three
 Can't you see this ain't a dream?
 I just wanna be free
 It's all on me
 I'm sittin countin' memories in a motel
 Watchin' the time just slip away
 Tryna drink away my reality (shots, shots, shots)
 Tell my troubles to the bottle 'cause it don't tell
 But it ain't got too much to say
 So I'm stuck right here in my reality
 Tryna tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle)
 Oh, man, I tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle)
 I tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle)
 Oh, man, I tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle)
 Somewhere 'tween the floor and the ceiling fan
 Is a world tipped upside down
 Spinnin' in the cigarette smoke
 Somewhere 'tween the old and the better man
 Is a heart turned inside out
 Achin' for the pain to go
 I'm countin' memories
 And wash 'em all away, one shot at a time
 Eh-eh
 I'm sittin countin' memories in a motel
 Watchin' the time just slip away
 Tryna drink away my reality (shots, shots, shots)
 Tell my troubles to the bottle 'cause it don't tell
 But it ain't got too much to say
 So I'm stuck right here in my reality
 Tryna tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle)
 Oh, man, I tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle)
 I tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle)
 Oh, man, I tell it to the bottle (to the bottle, to the bottle)
 Ahh, I just feel like, uhm
 Somewhere between the ceiling fan and the floor
 Drinkin' down that old bourbon brown
 Talkin' to the bottle