I know you think that I’m not enough but I know that I can be. If only you would pick me up, I could be your bottle of whiskey. I know you think that I’m too much, but like your cup, I’m empty. I don’t mean to make a fuss I just, wish I was your whiskey.
Because if I was you would drown in love. Here, take my hand so you don’t go missing. Left then right until we’re past small-talk, hand-in-hand with wishful thinking. If only you could open up like you do your bottle of whiskey.
It's locked. Hmm.. there has to be a key around here somewhere.