Testo Bottled Excuses

Lost in the feeling, needed the crutch.
An extra sip to soften the touch.
A drink for courage, a drink to dare.
And then a drink to kill the fear.
Bottled Excuses.
Drink up, drink deep.
One step forward, it's hard to keep track.
Two steps back, irrationality on the attack. Who will you insult and who will you fight?
And who will you bring home tonight?