Lipstick on the Bottle

(Verse 1) Woke up face-down on a piss-soaked floor Shirt smells like smoke, and I’m bleedin’ once more Cigarette burnin’ in a puddle of gin Can’t tell if last night’s fight was with her or the sin (Verse 2) She left her nail marks all across my back Loved me so good, nearly gave me a heart attack But the bottle stayed put, like it knows my name Same cheap burn, same old shame (Chorus) Her lipstick’s still on the bottle’s rim She kissed it once, then said sink or swim In rotgut love and a hangman’s grin Now I drink to forget, and crawl back in (Verse 3) She cussed like a preacher with a switch in his hand Told me I’m poison, then danced with the band She threw a chair through the neon sign And that’s the last time she said she was mine (Verse 4) The mirror don’t look—it judges and laughs My teeth are loose and my paychecks half I pawned my soul for a fifth last week And I swear this whiskey’s startin’ to speak (Chorus) Her lipstick’s still on the bottle’s rim And I’m sippin’ to fix the heartache I'm in Of a life she chewed up, spit out with a smirk Now I drink like it’s prayer, and hurt like it’s work [Bridge – Dirty, grimy slide solo: bottle against string, no mercy, all mood. Amp buzzes like it’s got a fever. Guitar don’t sing—it groans. One note held too long. Just enough to remember her voice before she slammed the door.] (Verse 5) I don’t write songs—I bleed in verse And I don’t play shows—I just rehearse the worst If she comes back, tell her I’m gone I married this bottle cause it never did me wrong (Final Chorus) Her lipstick’s still on the bottle’s rim She’s gone, but I still taste her sin I ain’t sober, and I ain’t free But that bottle’s got room... for one more like me