Last Bottle Standing

I fell into a bottle

and welcomed the cold

The pain was numb

as my hopes were sold

I stack up loss

like a cord of wood

I tried to get sober

but it never did good (mmm)

She sits alone wondering

if I'll make it this time

Too many failures on this crooked

climb

She packed her bags,

filled the tank up slow

I was too far gone to even know

Drink by drink I dug my hole

She filled it in to save my soul

A broken heart for a man she missed

Another soul lost to the mist

(lost in the mist)

But the tale doesn't end

where the ground is cold

I found something lost that I used to hold

The love of a woman

who is fierce and brave

Who pulled my spirit

up from the grave

Now the bottle comes,

and I walk right past

A different man on a different path

We pass each other one final time

Leaving the dark of that bitter climb

She takes my hand

And she whispers slow

I knew you had it in you

to let it go (I

knew you

had it in

you)